Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.

Lina said to Fundevogel: 'Never leave me, and I will never leave you.' Fundevogel said: 'Neither now, nor ever.' Then said Lina: 'Do you become a rose-tree, and I the rose upon it.

She'll sting you one day, Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly ever feel it. 'til you fall dead.

Some men are born to good luck: all they do or try to do comes right—all that falls to them is so much gain—all their geese are swans—all their cards are trumps—toss them which way you will, they will always, like poor puss, alight upon their legs, and only move on so much the faster. The world may very likely not always think of them as they think of themselves, but what care they for the world? what can it know about the matter?

Before the castle gate all was as the fox had said: so the son went in and found the chamber where the golden bird hung in a wooden cage, and below

They were indeed great rascals, and belonged to that class of people who find things before they are lost.

How often when we are comfortable, we begin to long for something new!