The Malicious Sneer Is Improperly Called Laughter.

Nobody With Me At Sea But Myself.

All The Sciences Are, In Some Measure, Linked With Each Other, And Before The One Is Ended, The Other Begins.

The Hours We Pass With Happy Prospects In View Are More Pleasing Than Those Crowded With Fruition.

What Cities, As Great As This, Have... Promised Themselves Immortality! Posterity Can Hardly Trace The Situation Of Some. The Sorrowful Traveller Wanders Over The Awful Ruins Of Others... Here Stood Their Citadel, But Now Grown Over With Weeds; There Their Senate-house, But Now The Haunt Of Every Noxious Reptile; Temples And Theatres Stood Here, Now Only An Undistinguished Heap Of Ruins.

A Night-cap Deck'd His Brows Instead Of Bay,- A Cap By Night, A Stocking All The Day.