In Some Respects The Better A Book

A Laxity Pervades The Popular Use Of Words.

To Pile Up Honey Upon Sugar, And Sugar Upon Honey, To An Interminable Tedious Sweetness.

You Look Wise, Pray Correct That Error.

I Am Retired Leisure. I Am To Be Met With In Trim Gardens. I Am Already Come To Be Known By My Vacant Face And Careless Gesture, Perambulating At No Fixed Pace Nor With Any Settled Purpose. I Walk About; Not To And From.

There Are Like To Be Short Graces Where The Devil Plays Host.