You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.