But slaves that once conceive the glowing thought Of freedom, in that hope itself possess All that the contest calls for; spirit, strength, The scorn of danger, and united hearts, The surest presage of the good they seek.

Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.

Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.

The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.

A noisy man is always in the right.