A Night-cap Deck'd His Brows Instead Of

I Love Everything That's Old, - Old Friends, Old Times, Old Manners, Old Books, Old Wine.

The Volume Of Nature Is The Book Of Knowledge.

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.

The True Use Of Speech Is Not So Much To Express Our Wants As To Conceal Them.

Aromatic Plants Bestow No Spicy Fragrance While They Grow; But Crush'd Or Trodden To The Ground, Diffuse Their Balmy Sweets Around.