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.
Fuss is the froth of business.
Coquetry is the champagne of love.
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.