Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.
the soul of conversation is sympathy
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.