Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,Whose truths electrify the sage.

The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

Our purpose is to grow up and become love

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.