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.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper circling round Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declar'd how much he knew, 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

Crimes generally punish themselves.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.

I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.