A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.
How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.
Blessed are the joymakers.
The position you hold and the work you are now doing.
Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins
The children of the poor are so apt to look as if the rich would have been over-blest with such! Alas for the angel capabilities, interrupted so soon with care, and with after life so sadly unfulfilled.