All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.

Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.

All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it

But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.

All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.