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

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.

The youth who follows his appetites too soon seizes the cup, before it has received its best ingredients, and by anticipating his pleasures, robs the remaining parts of life of their share, so that his eagerness only produces manhood of imbecility and an age of pain.

Titles and mottoes to books are like escutcheons and dignities in the hands of a king. The wise sometimes condescend to accept of them; but none but a fool would imagine them of any real importance. We ought to depend upon intrinsic merit, and not the slender helps of the title.

Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.

The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress.

While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.