One or two of these scoundrel statesmen should be shot once a-year, just to keep the others on their good behavior.

Thou hast had thty day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.

On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.

Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired.

I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.

Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.