It is good to love the unknown.

From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.

When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?

'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.

Much depends upon when and where you read a book. In the five or six impatient minutes before the dinner is quite ready, who would think of taking up the Faerie Queen for a stopgap, or a volume of Bishop Andrews's Sermons?

Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?

A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.