Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns
To step aside is human.
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.
Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
Great for good, or great for evil.
The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.