There Is In Every Human Countenance Either

Water, Water, Everywhere, And All The Boards Did Shrink; Water, Water, Everywhere, Nor Any Drop To Drink.

O Pure Of Heart! Thou Needest Not Ask Of Me What This Strong Music In The Soul May Be!

What Is One Man's Gain Is Another's Loss.

Joy Rises In Me, Like A Summer's Morn.

The Happiness Of Life Is Made Up Of Minute Fractions - The Little, Soon Forgotten Charities Of A Kiss Or A Smile, A Kind Look Or Heartfelt Compliment.