Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!
Table talk, to be perfect, should be sincere without bigotry, differing without discord, sometimes grave, always agreeable, touching on deep points, dwelling most on seasonable ones, and letting everybody speak and be heard.
Stolen kisses are always sweetest.
Cats at firesides live luxuriously and are the picture of comfort.
Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much.
With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.