Benjamin Franklin: “We send you here a little book, For you to look upon; That you may see your father's face, Now he is dead and gone.”

The game of chess is not merely an idle amusement.

I have seen generations born, flourish, and expire.

But let us take a cool view of the general state of our affairs, and perhaps the prospect will appear less gloomy than has been imagined.

But it seems not of so much importance, whether the fighting be done by John or Thomas, or the tax paid by William or Charles.