But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!

When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?

There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.

There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.

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!

Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.