Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot
Ofttimes I hover;
And near the sacred gate
With longing eyes I wait,
Expectant of her.
The play is done; the curtain drops,
Slow falling to the prompter's bell
A moment yet the actor stops
And looks around to say farewell.
It is an irksome word and task:
And when he's laughed and said his say
He shows, as he removes the mask,
A face that's anything but gay.
Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill.
Little care we;
Little we fear
Weather without,
Sheltered about
The Mahogany Tree.
Werther had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.
Charlotte, having seen his body
Borne before her on a shutter,
Like a well-conducted person,
Went on cutting bread and butter.
Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin
That never has known the barber's shear,
All your wish is woman to win,
This is the way that boys begin.
Wait till you come to Forty Year.
Then sing as Martin Luther sang,
As Doctor Martin Luther sang,
"Who loves not wine, woman and song,
He is a fool his whole life long."
Remember, it is as easy to marry a rich woman as a poor woman.
How hard it is to make an Englishman acknowledge that he is happy!
'T is strange what a man may do and a woman yet think him an angel.
The true pleasure of life is to live with your inferiors.
The wicked are wicked, no doubt, and they go astray and they fall, and they come by their deserts; but who can tell the mischief which the very virtuous do?
This I set down as a positive truth. A woman with fair opportunities and without a positive hump, may marry whom she likes.
Bravery never goes out of fashion.
The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.
There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.
People hate as they love, unreasonably.
The world is a looking glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.
A good laugh is sunshine in a house.
Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we: Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany-Tree.
Good humor is one of the best articles of dress one can wear in society.
Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you.
Although I enter not, Yet round about the spot Ofttimes I hover; And near the sacred gate, With longing eyes I wait, Expectant of her.
It's not dying for faith that's so hard, it's living up to it.
A fool can no more see his own folly than he can see his ears.