Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.
I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals
The stones that critics hurl with harsh intent, a man may use to build his monument.
Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
He who knows what he is told must know a lot of things that are not so.
God, give me hills to climb, And strength for climbing!