O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!

O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!

Every path hath a puddle.

Every path hath a puddle.

Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.

Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.

He that will enter into Paradise, must have a good key.

He that will enter into Paradise, must have a good key.

I talk of cheese, you of chalk.

I talk of cheese, you of chalk.

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.

Let him fry in his own grease.

Let him fry in his own grease.

Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.