Wit is the clash and reconcilement of incongruities; the meeting of extremes round a corner.

An exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,-- This art of writing billet-doux-- In buds, and odors, and bright hues! In saying all one feels and thinks In clever daffodils and pinks; In puns of tulips; and in phrases, Charming for their truth, of daisies.

Patience and Gentleness is Power. - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),

Yon second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures which he dispenses.

We are Lilies fair, The flower of virgin light; Nature held us forth, and said, "Lo! my thoughts of white." - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),

We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,-- Such our breath and blueness is. - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),