There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.
An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.
What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?