Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.

Remorse begets reform.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.

The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.