Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.

Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.

The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.

The heart of every man lies open to the shafts of correction if the archer can take proper aim.

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.

To make a fine gentleman, several trades are required, but chiefly a barber.