Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.
Martin Farquhar TupperO Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.
Martin Farquhar TupperA man looketh on his little one as a being of better hope; in himself ambition is dead, but it bath a resurrection in his son.
Martin Farquhar Tupper