O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
Coquetry is the champagne of love.
I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication.