come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last
We are like the herb which flourisheth most when it is most trampled on.
Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast!
There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.
Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye 're sleeping.
A thousand fearful images and dire suggestions glance along the mind when it is moody and discontented with itself. Command them to stand and show themselves, and you presently assert the power of reason over imagination.