O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
Fuss is the froth of business.
When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?
Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.