Nay more, though all my rival rhymesters frown, / I too can hunt a poetaster down.

I know that two and two make four -- and should be glad to prove it too if I could -- though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

For Freedom's battle once begun, / Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, / Though baffled oft is ever won.

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let 'em be unmanly) yet are follow'd