Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

In the name of God!" said Gurth, "how came they prisoners? and to whom?" "Our master was too ready to fight," said the Jester, "and Athelstane was not ready enough, and no other person was ready at all.

Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?

What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?

A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.

It is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.

Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.