God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!
Observation is the most enduring of the pleasures of life.
Caricature is rough truth.
Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.
I know him, February's thrush, And loud at eve he valentines On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars.