A creature not too bright nor good For human nature's daily food.

Not seldom clad in radiant vest Deceitfully goes forth the dawn, Not seldom evening in the west Sinks smilingly forsworn.

No check, no stay this streamlet fears: How merrily it goes! 'Twill murmur on a thousand years, And flow as now it flows.

Every bullet has its billet.

Sop to Cerebus. If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.

An inch in a miss is as good as an ell.