We All Have Some Taste

The Drinking Man Is Never Less Himself Than During His Sober Intervals.

It Is Good To Have Friends At Court.

Oh Stay! Oh Stay! Joy So Seldom Weaves A Chain Like This To-night, That Oh 't Is Pain To Break Its Links So Soon.

If There Be A Regal Solitude, It Is A Sick-bed. How The Patient Lords It There!

I Can Scarce Bring Myself To Believe, That I Am Admitted To A Familiar Correspondence, And All The License Of Friendship, With A Man Who Writes Blank Verse Like Milton.