Jealous People Poison Their Own Banquet And

It's A Fair Wind That Blew Men To Ale.

Poetry Is Evidently A Contagious Complaint.

There Is Certainly Something In Angling That Tends To Produce A Serenity Of The Mind.

Wit, After All, Is A Mighty Tart, Pungent Ingredient, And Much Too Acid For Some Stomachs; But Honest Good Humor Is The Oil And Wine Of A Merry Meeting.

To One Given To Day-dreaming, And Fond Of Losing Himself In Reveries, A Sea-voyage Is Full Of Subjects For Meditation; But Then They Are The Wonders Of The Deep And Of The Air, And Rather Tend To Abstract The Mind From Worldly Themes.