Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.

The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable.

As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent; whence must necessarily arise a desire of attaining knowledge with the greatest possible ease.

A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.

As for disappointing them I should not so much mind; but I can't abide to disappoint myself.

Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.