Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise,

And once more mingles with us meaner things,

'T is e'en as if an angel shook his wings.

Charity. Line 435.

A fool must now and then be right by chance.

Conversation. Line 96.

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He would not, with a peremptory tone,

Assert the nose upon his face his own.

Conversation. Line 121.