Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
Often a purple patch or two is tacked on to a serious work of high promise, to give an effect of colour.
A man perfect to the finger tips.
Summer treads on heels of spring.
The human race afraid of nothing, rushes on through every crime.
A pauper in the midst of wealth.