Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.