Sydney Smith

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his read more

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl;
Serenely full the epicure would say,
"Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."

Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea? how did
it exist? I am glad I read more

Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea? how did
it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not read more

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch
understanding.

It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch
understanding.

We cultivate literature on a little oat-meal.

We cultivate literature on a little oat-meal.