Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.