Love levels all,—it elevates the clown, And often brings the fattest…

The least drop in the world I do not mind: "Cognac"'s a noun I never yet declin'd.

My dog, who picks up everything one teaches, Has got "three heads," like Mr. Gladstone's speeches, But, as might naturally be expected, His are considerably more connected.

Life's too short for chess.

This gardener's rule applies to youth and age, When young sow wild oats, but when old grow sage.

Smart soldiers like to be well tightened in: Loose habits would destroy all discipline.

Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so:—