We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise

The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.

There is a world elsewhere.

Death-counterfeiting sleep.

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.

Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.