Honour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a decent honest man, that sits at hame and makes the pat play.

Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.

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

Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.

Will future ages believe that such stupid bigotry ever existed!

It was in the beginning of the month of November, 17--, when a young English gentleman, who had just left the university of Oxford, made use of the liberty afforded him, to visit some parts of the north of England; and curiosity extended his tour into the adjacent frontier of the sister country.

Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.