The human heart has a sigh lonelier than the cry of the bittern.
The devil may be bullied, but not the Deity.
Heart's-ease is a flower which blooms from the grave of desire.
Willmott, the English essayist, says poetry is the natural religion of literature.
Every man is his own greatest dupe.
A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark sun! A black eye is the best one.