Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

Alas For The Rarity Of Christian Charity Under The Sun!

To Attempt To Advise Conceited People Is Like Whistling Against The Wind.

The Moon, The Moon, So Silver And Cold, Her Fickle Temper Has Oft Been Told, Now Shade--now Bright And Sunny-- But Of All The Lunar Things That Change, The One That Shows Most Fickle And Strange, And Takes The Most Eccentric Range, Is The Moon--so Called--of Honey!

A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring , :;:; Must Be A Spoon.