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Curio vult advisari,' as the lawyers say; which means, 'Let us have another glass, and then we can think about it.

It is sweet to see how soon a spring becomes a rill, and a rill runs on into a rivulet, and a rivulet swells into a brook; and before one has time to say 'what are you at?' - before the first tree it ever spoke to is a dummy, or the first hill it ever ran down has turned blue, here we all have airs and graces, demands and assertions of a full grown river.

Knowing Master Huckaback to be a man of his word, as well as one who would have others so, I was careful to be in good time the next morning . . .

May be we are not such fools as we look. But though we be, we are well content, so long as we may be two fools together.

Now let us bandy words no more... nothing is easier than sharp words, except to wish them unspoken.

Only a pint at breakfast-time, and a pint and a half at eleven o'clock, and a quart or so at dinner. And then no more till the afternoon; and half a gallon at supper-time. No one can object to that.

Take to the study of the law. Possession is nine points of it, which thou hast of me. Self-possession is the tenth.

All the beauty of the spring went for happy men to think of all the increase of the year was for other eyes to mark. Not a sign of any sunrise for me from my fount of life; not a breath to stir the dead leaves fallen on my heart’s Spring.

But during those two months of fog . . . the saddest and the heaviest thing was to stand beside the sea. To be upon the beach yourself, and see the long waves coming in; to know that they are long waves, but only see a piece of them. And to hear them lifting roundly, swelling over smooth green rocks, plashing down in the hollow corners, but bearing on all the same as ever, soft and sleek and sorrowful, till their little noise is over.

I wandered in the streets, what with the noise the people made, the number of the coaches, the running of the footmen, the swaggering of great courtiers, and the thrusting aside of everybody, many a time I longed to be back among the sheep again, for fear of losing my peacefulness of spirit.

The motives of mankind are plainer than the motions they produce.

Yes, I know enough of that; and I am frightened greatly, all the time, when I do not look at you.