The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name
The schoolmaster is termed, classically, Ludi Magister, because he deprives boys of their play.