The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.