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.

My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.

I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.

Coquetry is the champagne of love.

When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?

For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.