I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.
Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.
Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.
He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.