Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.
When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.