If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.
There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.
And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.
True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.