Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
Fuss is the froth of business.
We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
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.