The lover's pleasure, like that of the hunter, is in the chase, and the brightest beauty loses half its merit, as the flower its perfume, when the willing hand can reach it too easily. There must be doubt; there must be difficulty and danger.

Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

Still are the thoughts to memory dear.

If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.

The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.

It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.