I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

Nature Teaches Beasts To Know Their Friends.

T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.

Nothing Is So Common As The Wish To Be Remarkable.(attributed To)

Ingrateful Man With Liquorish Draughts, And Morsels Unctuous, Greases His Pure Mind That From It All Consideration Slips.

The Language I Have Learnt These Forty Years, My Native English, Now I Must Forgo; And Now My Tongue's Use Is To Me No More Than An Unstringed Viol Or A Harp, Or Like A Cunning Instrument Cased Up Or, Being Open, Put Into His Hands That Knows No Touch To Tune The Harmony.