But the worst of all is, according to the old phrase, while the grass grows, the horse starves, but the man of money is the man for Nova Scotia. Those may do extremely well.

It's extremely frustrating to sit around and look at the slopes and see dry grass where typically they should be covered in white. The hope is still there that we'll still be able to have a good season, at least the latter half.

There is much boasting among the young men about their teams as their horse and carts in Cleveland. Most of the Yorkshire men take as much delight in their ox draught as they used to do in their Horse Draught.

Grass grows by inches but it's killed by feet.

Press on! for in the grave there is no work and no device. Press on! while yet you may.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.