The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou’rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.
Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.
How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.
Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature.
When it draws near to witching time of night.