All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?

It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.

After a debauch of thunder-shower, the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.

A man is known by the company his mind keeps.

The ocean moans over dead men's bones.

I beg you come tonight and dine A welcome waits you and sound wine The Roederer chilly to a charm As Juno's breasts the claret warm.

True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.