Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have know a better day.

Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.

Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.

A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.

Mystery has great charms for womanhood.

Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!