Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.

All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today

Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!

Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest.

Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?

Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage.

But whenever she thanks the givers for favors great and small, she thinks of the good little sister who gave her more than they all.