What Novelty Is Worth That

Anger And Jealousy Can No More Bear To Lose Sight Of Their Objects Than Love.

An Ass May Bray A Good While Before He Shakes The Stars Down.

Death Was Not To Be A Leap: It Was To Be A Long Descent Under Thickening Shadows.

It Cuts One Sadly To See The Grief Of Old People; They've No Way O' Working It Off; And The New Spring Brings No New Shoots Out On The Withered Tree.

Better A Wrong Will Than A Wavering; Better A Steadfast Enemy Than An Uncertain Friend; Better A False Belief Than No Belief At All.