The book of Job is pure Arab poetry of the highest and most antique cast.

A woman's friendship borders more closely on love than man's. Men affect each other in the reflection of noble or friendly acts; whilst women ask fewer proofs and more signs and expressions of attachment.

Cant is the parrot talk of a profession.

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

Every human feeling is greater and larger than its exciting cause-a proof, I think, that man is designed for a higher state of existence.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ''Where is it?''

Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.