She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations

He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.

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.

Coquetry is the champagne of love.

There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.

Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!