God loves an idle rainbow, No less than laboring seas.

Time, you old gypsy man, will you not stay, put up your caravan just for one day?

Some things have to be believed to be seen.

The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.

Did anyone ever have a boring dream?

The morning that my baby came They found a baby swallow dead, And saw a something hard to name Fly mothlike over baby's bed.