Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.
A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.
The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose.
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.