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

We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.

God forbid that Judges upon their oath should make resolutions to enlarge jurisdiction.

A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.

Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.