Fair play is a jewel.

Mystery has great charms for womanhood.

Adversity is, to me at least, a tonic and a bracer.

The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.

The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy.