A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
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.
The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.
But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!
Fuss is the froth of business.
Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.