He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.

It was in the beginning of the month of November, 17--, when a young English gentleman, who had just left the university of Oxford, made use of the liberty afforded him, to visit some parts of the north of England; and curiosity extended his tour into the adjacent frontier of the sister country.

In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

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

The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?

Covetousness bursts the sack and spills the grain.