In indolent vacuity of thought.

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

Spare feast! a radish and an egg.

I was a stricken deer, that left the herd / Long since.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Variety's the very spice of life, that gives it all it's flavour.