What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled.

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain

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.