But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!
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.
The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.