Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.

He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood.

Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.

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

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people's minds.

The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.

I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom," he said to himself, "but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.