A man cannot have a pure mind who refuses apple dumplings.

Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.

Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.

I could never hate anyone I knew.

When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.

'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near.

The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.