All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago

You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate, threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping.

When young lips have drunk deep of the bitter waters of hate, suspicion and despair, all the love in the world will not wholly take away that knowledge. Though it may turn darkened eyes for a while to the light, and teach faith where no faith was.

I never made a mistake in my life; at least, never one that I couldn't explain away afterwards.

And the end of the fight is tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear, "A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East."

'E's all'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An''e's generally shammin' when'e's dead.

Your new-caught, sullen peoples, / Half-devil and half child.