What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains.

Dancing is a frenzyand a rage.

Wit,--the pupil of the soul's clear eye.

Thou art true and honest as a dog.

We may conceive an hope that the next generation will in tongue and heart and every way else become English; so as there will be no difference or distinction but the Irish sea betwixt us.

For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?

Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take.