Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.

He makes a very handsome corpse and becomes his coffin prodigiously.

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray.

A volcano may be considered as a cannon of immense size.

A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.