The moon is a silver pinhead vastThat holds the heavens tent-hangings fast.

The moon is a silver pin-head vast, That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have s

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.

To appreciate and use correctly a valuable maxim requires a genius; a vital appropriating exercise of mind closely allied to that which first created it.

A crowd always thinks with its sympathy, never with its reason.