[202-4] Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out.
[203-2] Nil tam difficilest quin quærendo investigari possiet (Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by seeking).--TERENCE: _Heautontimoroumenos, iv. 2, 8._
[203-3] Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.--MILTON: _Paradise Lost, book iv. line 256._
Death aims with fouler spite At fairer marks.[203-4]
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day Whose conquering ray May chase these fogs; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Light will repay The wrongs of night; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
This house is to be let for life or years; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears. Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone.
The slender debt to Nature 's quickly paid,[204-1] Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.
The next way home 's the farthest way about.[204-2]
[203-4] Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.--YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 1011._
[204-1] To die is a debt we must all of us discharge.--EURIPIDES: _Alcestis, line 418._
[204-2] The longest way round is the shortest way home.--BOHN: _Foreign Proverbs (Italian)._
To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives.
Like summer friends, Flies of estate and sunneshine.
A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws Makes that and th' action fine.
A verse may find him who a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice.
Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie; A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.[205-1]
Chase brave employment with a naked sword Throughout the world.
Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime, 'T is angels' music.
The worst speak something good; if all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence.
Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, Ready to pass to the American strand.
Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast.