How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked!

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb

They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.