The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you 'll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble?

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!

Small service is true service, while it lasts.