November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.

"Lambe them, lads! lambe them!" a cant phrase of the time derived from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astrologer and quack, who was knocked on the head by the rabble in Charles the First's time.

The most learned, acute, and diligent student cannot, in the longest life, obtain an entire knowledge of this one volume.

'Tis an old tale, and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me!

A mother's pride, a father's joy.

A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.

A ruin should always be protected but never repaired - thus may we witness full the lingering legacies of the past.