Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.

We all have faults, and mine is being wicked.

All kin' o' smily round the lips, / An' teary round the lashes.

Wealth may be an excellent thing, for it means power, and it means leisure, it means liberty.

Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.

Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls