And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.