Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ''Where is it?''
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeShow me one couple unhappy merely on account of their limited circumstances, and I will show you ten who are wretched from other causes.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge