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We Lose In Depth Of Expression When We Go To Inferior Animals For Comparisons With Human Beauty. Homer Calls Juno Ox-eyed; And The Epithet Suits Well With The Eyes Of That Goddess, Because She May Be Supposed, With All Her Beauty, To Want A Certain Humanity. Her Large Eyes Look At You With A Royal Indifference.

Bread, Milk And Butter Are Of Venerable Antiquity. They Taste Of The Morning Of The World.

Sympathizing And Selfish People Are Alike, Both Given To Tears.

The Only Place A New Hat Can Be Carried Into With Safety Is A Church, For There Is Plenty Of Room There.

Wit Is The Clash And Reconcilement Of Incongruities; The Meeting Of Extremes Round A Corner.