The Spacious Firmament On High, And All

All Well-regulated Families Set Apart An Hour Every Morning For Tea And Bread And Butter

Who Does Not More Admire Cicero As An Author Than As A Consul Of Rome?

There Is Not A More Unhappy Being Than A Superannuated Idol.

In Rising Sighs And Falling Tears.

I Never Knew A Critic Who Made It His Business To Lash The Faults Of Other Writers That Was Not Guilty Of Greater Himself--as The Hangman Is Generally A Worse Malefactor Than The Criminal That Suffers By His Hand.