Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!

Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.

When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people's minds.

Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.