A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.

The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one.

As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.

The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose.