Live while ye may, Yet happy pair.
It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
Ink is the blood of the printing-press.
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.