Youth is slipping, dripping, pearl on pearl, away.

Family traits, like murder, will out. Nature has but so many molds.

The hand betrays the heart.

The fears of what may come to pass, I cast them all away, Among the clover scented grass, Among the new-mown hay.

Quotations (such as have point and lack triteness) from the great old authors are an act of reverence on the part of the quoter, and a blessing to a public grown superficial and external.

A guest should be permitted to graze, as it were, in the pastures of his host's kindness, left even to his own devices, like a rational being, and handsomely neglected.

Youth is slipping, dripping, pearl on pearl, away.