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• With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,--all please alike.
  Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest bird...
• A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree. -- Lady Nairne (1766-1845) -- The Laird o' Cockpe
• The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
  -- William Cowper (1731-1800) -- To an Afflicted Protestant Lady...
• O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Ode on the Death of a fair Infant, dying of a Cough...
• Land o' Goshen! Can't a person get any privacy around here? Now go away, I'm taking a bath.
• SCARABEE, n. The same as scarabaeus. He fell by his own hand Beneath the great oak tree.
  He'd traveled in a foreign land. He tried to make her understand The dance that's called the Saraband, But he called it Scarabee....
• Nae man can tether time or tide. -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Tam o' Shante
• There Is No Land Unhabitable, Nor Sea Unnavigable -- Richard Harluyt.
• Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone
  Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again....