The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!
No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.
Marry in haste, repent at leisure.
Each must drain His share of pleasure, share of pain.
It is the privilege of tale-tellers to open their story in an inn, the free rendezvous of all travellers, and where the humour of each displays itself, without ceremony or restraint.
In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.
Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.
Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.
He who indulges his sense in any excesses renders himself obnoxious to his own reason; and, to gratify the brute in him, displeases the man, and sets his two natures at variance.
I’ll dream no more – by mainly mind Not even in sleep is well resigned. My midnight orisons said o’er, I’ll turn to rest and dream no more.
As hope and fear alternate chase Our course through life’s uncertain race.
The most learned, acute, and diligent student cannot, in the longest life, obtain an entire knowledge of this one volume.
Here is neither want of appetite nor mouths, Pray heaven we be not scant of meat or mirth.
Come forth, old man, – thy daughter’s side Is now the fitting place for thee: When time has quell’d the oak’s bold pride, The youthful tendril yet may hide, The ruins of the parent tree.
True love’s the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy’s hot fire, Whose wishes soon as granted fly; It liveth not in fierce desire.
I like a highland friend who will stand by me not only when I am in the right, but when I am a little in the wrong.
The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.
It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.
The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.
For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair.