Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.

It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.

O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!

Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.

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

Mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.