As if the world and they were hand and glove.

I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.

Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.

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.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in

War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.

The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.