Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!