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.

I could never hate anyone I knew.

Coleridge declares that a man cannot have a good conscience who refuses apple dumplings, and I confess that I am of the same opinion.

My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.

Books think for me. I can read anything which I call a book.

The laws of Pluto's kingdom know small difference between king and cobbler, manager and call-boy; and, if haply your dates of life were conterminant, you are quietly taking your passage, cheek by cheek (O ignoble levelling of Death) with the shade of some recently departed candle-snuffer.

Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can't hate a man whom I know.