Life's too short for chess

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.

Love levels all,—it elevates the clown, And often brings the fattest people down.

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

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

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

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.