Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.