The fastidious taste will find offence in the occasional vulgarisms, or what we now call slang, which not a few of our writers seem to have affected.

A woman in a single state may be happy and may be miserable; but most happy, most miserable, these are epithets belonging to a wife.

The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.

What is one man's gain is another's loss.

In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly.

Wherever you find a sentence musically worded, of true rhythm and melody in the words, there is something deep and good in the meaning too.

The moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.