When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.

A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.