O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?