If, Of All Words Of Tongue And

A Bird In The Hand Is A Certainty, But A Bird In The Bush May Sing.

Perhaps There Is No Gift Of Nature That Requires As Little Exertion On The Part Of The Owner As Personal Beauty. I Am Not Certain But That It Is This Very Absence Of Effort Which Excites Our Admiration.

Never A Tear Bedims The Eye That Time And Patience Will Not Dry.

The Delicate Thought, That Cannot Find Expression, For Ruder Speech Too Fair, That, Like Thy Petals, Trembles In Possession, And Scatters On The Air.

Howbeit, Though No Scholar, I Am Not One Of Those Who Misuse The English Speech, And, Being Foolishly Led By The Hasty Custom Of Scriveners And Printers To Write The Letters "t" And "h" Joined Together, Which Resembleth A "y," Do Incontinently Jump To The Conclusion The The Is Pronounced "ye,"--the Like Of Which I Never Heard In All England.