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For I Often Please Myself With The Fancy, Now That I May Have Saved From Oblivion The Only Striking Passage In A Whole Volume, And Now That I May Have Attracted Notice To A Writer Undeservedly Forgotten.

And Here Were Forests Ancient As The Hills, Enfolding Sunny Spots Of Greenery.

We Must Follow The Old Authorities And Precedents In Criminal Matters.

We Have No Adequate Conception Of The Perfection Of The Ancient Tragic Dance. The Pleasure Which The Greeks Received From It Had For Its Basis Difference; & The More Unfit The Vehicle, The More Lively Was The Curiosity & Intense The Delights At Seeing The Difficulty Overcome.

There Are Errors Which No Wise Man Will Treat With Rudeness While There Is A Probability That They May Be The Refraction Of Some Great Truth Still Below The Horizon.