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• Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- On the Death of Sherida...
• Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- On the Death of Sherida...
• The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.
• Regularity is unity, unity is godlike, only the devil is unchangeable. -- Richte
• Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Oh call it by some better Name...
• The giving hand ... receives.
• Be as good at receiving as you are at giving.
• If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- If Thou would 'st have Me sing and play...
• At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year.
  -- Thomas Tusser (c. 1515-1580) -- The Farmer's Daily Die...