Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.
Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.
And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Saint George and the Dragon!-Bonny Saint George for Merry England!-The castle is won!
You will, I trust, resemble a forest plant, which has indeed, by some accident, been brought up in the greenhouse, and thus rendered delicate and effeminate, but which regains its native firmness and tenacity, when exposed for a season to the winter air.
Honour 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.