No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

All kin' o' smily round the lips, / An' teary round the lashes.

Wealth may be an excellent thing, for it means power, and it means leisure, it means liberty.

Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.