'Tis a dainty thing to command, though 'twere but a flock of sheep. >>
There's no taking trout with dry breeches. >>
Hold you there, neither a strange hand nor my own, neither heavy nor l >>
Nothing is more hopeless than a scheme of merriment. >>
Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishab >>
What can I know? What ought I to do? What can I hope? >>
The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.