A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.
I speak not of men's creedsโthey rest between Man and his Maker.
Life is too short for chess.
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"