How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
Fuss is the froth of business.
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!