I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
Absence of occupation is not rest.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct; The language plain, and incidents well link'd; Tell not as new what ev'ry body knows; and, new or old, still hasten to a close.