For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

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

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.

History - the devil's scripture

I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.