A hat not much the worse for wear.

Away went Gilpin, neck or naught, / Away went hat and wig!

You wear that hat proud.

He would not, with a peremptory tone,Assert the nose upon his face his own.

It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all times, in the wide spreading current of sound; that not a prayer is lisped, that its record is not to be found st

He that holds fast the golden mean,And lives contently betweenThe little and the great,Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door.