The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.

Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat.

Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.

Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.