Boys Are Capital Fellows In Their Own

I Cannot Sit And Think; Books Think For Me.

My Only Books Were Woman's Looks,- And Folly 's All They 've Taught Me.

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference. It Is That From Which All Date Their Time, And Count Upon What Is Left. It Is The Nativity Of Our Common Adam.

If There Be A Regal Solitude, It Is A Sick-bed. How The Patient Lords It There!

There Is Not In The Wide World A Valley So Sweet As That Vale In Whose Bosom The Bright Waters Meet.