A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind. |
Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. |
Heaven sends us good meat, but the Devil sends cooks. |
Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll,
Who wrote like an angel, and talk’d like poor Poll. |
I've that within - for which there are no plasters. |
Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose course is run |
The boughs that bear most hang lowest. |
Wonders will never cease. |
You are indebted to you imagination for three-fourths of your importance. |