Fuss is the froth of business.

Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.

Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!

Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.

O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.