A lion may die of an ass's kick.

Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!

I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I reply, to serve for a test As a virtue golden through and through, Sufficient to vindicate itself And prove its worth at a moment's view! . . . . . . Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will! The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin; And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost Is-the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say.

But there are times when patience proves at fault.

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.