That Agony Returns; And Till My Ghastly

O Pure Of Heart! Thou Needest Not Ask Of Me What This Strong Music In The Soul May Be!

How Like Herrings And Onions Our Vices Are In The Morning After We Have Committed Them.

How Many Of Our Virtues Originate In The Fear Of Death & That While We Flatter Ourselves That We Are Melting In Christian Sensibility Over The Sorrows Of Our Human Brethren And Sisteren, We Are In Fact, Tho' Perhaps Unconsciously, Moved At The Prospect Of Our Own End For Who Sincerely Pities Sea-sickness, Toothache, Or A Fit Of The Gout In A Lusty Good-liver Of 50?

Pity Is Best Taught By Fellowship In Woe.

The Genius Of The Spanish People Is Exquisitely Subtle, Without Being At All Acute; Hence There Is So Much Humour And So Little Wit In Their Literature.