My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.
Philanthropy, like charity, must begin at home.
A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.
I counsel thee, shut not thy heart, nor thy library.
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.
The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.