A mother's pride, a father's joy.
No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.
Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself
Ridicule often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.
In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.