Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.
Walter ScottA glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.
Walter ScottHonour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a decent honest man, that sits at hame and makes the pat play.
Walter ScottWhen true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.
Walter Scott