May be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome, two pipes toothsome, three pipes noisome, four pipes fulsome, five pipes quarrelsome; and that's the some on't.
Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge.
The Muses were dumb while Apollo lectured.
Mother's love grows by giving.
To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.
Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.