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!

Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.

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.

When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?

Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.

But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!