A few drops sprinkled on the torch of love make the flame blaze the brighter.

Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking.

A sinful heart makes feeble hand.

In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.

In the name of God!" said Gurth, "how came they prisoners? and to whom?" "Our master was too ready to fight," said the Jester, "and Athelstane was not ready enough, and no other person was ready at all.

Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.