Don't you meddle with me, and I won't meddle with you.
There's folks 'ud hold a sieve under the pump and expect to carry away the water.
The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten.
We reap what we sow, but nature has love over and above that justice, and gives us shadow and blossom and fruit, that spring from no planting of ours.
Plainness has its peculiar temptations and vices quite as much as beauty.
We get a deal o' useless things about us, only because we've got the money to spend.