O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men

Oh! God! That Bread Should Be So Dear, And Flesh And Blood So Cheap!

Half Of The Failures In Life Come From Pulling One's Horse When He Is Leaping.

My Brain Is Dull, My Sight Is Foul, I Cannot Write A Verse, Or Read-- Then, Pallas, Take Away Thine Owl, And Let Us Have A Lark Instead.

I Resolved That, Like The Sun, As Long As My Day Lasted, I Would Look On The Bright Side Of Everything.

The Best Of Friends Fall Out, And So His Teeth Had Done Some Years Ago.