No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems

The Misery Of Keeping A Dog Is His Dying So Soon. But, To Be Sure, If He Lived For Fifty Years And Then Died, What Would Become Of Me?

Certainly," Quoth Athelstane, "women Are The Least To Be Trusted Of All Animals, Monks And Abbots Excepted.

He That Follows The Advice Of Reason Has A Mind That Is Elevated Above The Reach Of Injury; That Sits Above The Clouds, In A Calm And Quiet Ether, And With A Brave Indifferency Hears The Rolling Thunders Grumble And Burst Under His Feet.

Wounds Sustained For The Sake Of Conscience Carry Their Own Balsam With The Blow.

I'll Dream No More--by Mainly Mind Not Even In Sleep Is Well Resigned. My Midnight Orisons Said O'er, I'll Turn To Rest And Dream No More.