Every hour has its end.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

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

O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!

Steady of heart and stout of hand.

Those who are too idle to read, save for the purpose of amusement, may in these works acquire some acquaintance with history, which, however inaccurate, is better than none.

A rusted nail, placed near the faithful compass, Will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy.