Heap on more wood! the wind is chill! But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep up Christmas merry still.

Apollo does not always bend his bow.

Fierce eagles breed not the tender dove.

The present century was growing blind To the great Marlborough's skill in giving knocks, Until his late life by Archdeacon Coxe.

It is a wretched thing to rest upon the fame of others, lest, the supporting pillar being removed, the superstructure should collapse in ruin.

Let him play the second fiddle who can't play the first.