Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.

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

Now, it is well known, that a man may with more impunity be guilty of an actual breach either of real good breeding or of good morals, than appear ignorant of the most minute point of fashionable etiquette.

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.