Fuss is the froth of business.
I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.
No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.