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.
Fuss is the froth of business.
What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.