There are times when the mirth of others only saddens us, especially the mirth of children with high spirits, that jar on our own quiet mood.

Kenelm Chillingly.

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When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea.

When Stars are in the quiet Skies.

Buy my flowers,-oh buy, I pray!
The blind girl comes from afar.

Buy my Flowers.

The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan.

Night and Morning. Chap. vi.

Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame-to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.

Last of the Barons. Book v. Chap. i.

Rank is a great beautifier.

The Lady of Lyons. Act ii. Sc. i.