ERACITY is a plant of paradise, and its seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
Machiavelli, in George Eliot's Romola.
KNOW not why my soul is rack'd:
Why I ne'er smile as was my wont:
I only know that, as a fact,
I don't.
I used to roam o'er glen and glade,
Buoyant and blithe as other folk:
And not unfrequently I made
A joke.
All day I sang; of love, of fame,
Of fights our fathers fought of yore,
Until the thing almost became
A bore.
I cannot sing the old songs now
It is not that I deem them low;
'Tis that I can't remember how
They go.
C. S. Calverley, Fly Leaves.
URING [a] drive, Lord William L——, a man of fashion, but, like other of the great men of the day, an issuer of paper money discounted at high rates by the usurers, was thrown off his horse. Mr. and Mrs. King immediately quitted the carriage, and placed the noble lord within. On this circumstance being mentioned in the clubs, Brummell observed it was only "a Bill Jewly (duly) taken up and honoured."
Gronow, Recollections.