Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.

To-morrow is our wedding-day, / And we will then repair / Unto the Bell at Edmonton, / All in a chaise and pair.

Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day

Spare feast! a radish and an egg.

I was a stricken deer, that left the herd / Long since.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.