O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.

Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.

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

Look at a gown of gold, and you will at least get a sleeve of it.

To be ambitious of true honor, of the true glory and perfection of our natures, is the very principle and incentive of virtue.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.