Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.
A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.
Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.