God, give me hills to climb, And strength for climbing!
Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when -
Don't tell your friends about your indigestion. "How are you" is a greeting, not a question.
I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals
The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!
Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.