Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.

To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.

Ridicule, the weapon of all others most feared by enthusiasts of every description, and which from its predominance over such minds, often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.

For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair.

Look at a gown of gold, and you will at least get a sleeve of it.