I Resolved That, Like The

To Attempt To Advise Conceited People Is Like Whistling Against The Wind.

A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring , :;:; Must Be A Spoon.

How Widely Its Agencies Vary,- To Save, To Ruin, To Curse, To Bless,- As Even Its Minted Coins Express, Now Stamp'd With The Image Of Good Queen Bess, And Now Of A Bloody Mary.

Oh, If It Be To Choose And Call Thee Mine, Love, Thou Art Every Day My Valentine!

I Remember, I Remember The Fir-trees Dark And High; I Used To Think Their Slender Tops Were Close Against The Sky; It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 't Is Little Joy To Know I'm Farther Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.