In indolent vacuity of thought.

... she, that will with kittens jest, Should bear a kitten's joke.

A man renowned for repartee will seldom scruple to make free with friendship's finest feeling, will thrust a dagger at your breast, and say he wounded you in jest, by way of balm for healing.

[My kitten] is dressed in a tortoise-shell suit, and I know you will delight in her.

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

The parable of the prodigal son, the most beautiful fiction that ever was invented; our Saviour's speech to His disciples, with which He closed His earthly ministrations, full of the sublimest dignity and tenderest affection, surpass everything that I ever read; and like the spirit by which they were dictated, fly directly to the heart.