Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.

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.

Heaven's harmony is universal love.

Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.

The man that hails you Tom or Jack, and proves by thumps upon your back how he esteems your merit, is such a friend, that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it.

Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.