Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won't accept your thanks for murder.

I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of youth. Few hearts like his with virtue warmed, few heads with knowledge so informed. If there's another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.

Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?

To make three guineas do the work of five.