O Sir, if we could but see the shape of our deare Mother England, as poets are wont to give a personal form to what they please, how would she appeare, think ye, but in a mourning weed, with ashes upon her head, and tears abundantly flowing from her eyes, to behold so many of her children expos'd at once, and thrust from things of dearest necessity, because their conscience could not assent to things which the Bishops thought indifferent.

In the early Egyptian works, the relief was low, the surface flat, and but little if any attempt was made to show the roundings of the human figure, or to exhibit the inflexion of the human form.

The most that is required is, that the passage of Scripture, selected as the foundation of the sacred oration, should, like the oration itself, be single, full, and unsuperfluous in its character.

‘ […] An old broken cup has no value. No one prizes it.’ ‘I prize it. It’s my museum, not yours.’