"To appreciate heaven well 'Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell."

"There's lots of people—this town wouldn't hold them; Who don't know much excepting what's told them."

"I have talked with Betsy, and Betsy has talked with me, And so we've agreed together that we can't never agree."

"The more we arg'ed the question the more we didn't agree."

"Over the hill to the poor-house I'm trudgin' my weary way."

"Not a log in this buildin' but its memories has got And not a nail in this old floor but touches a tender spot."

"Fare you well, old house! you're naught that can feel or see, But you seem like a human bein'—a dear old friend to me…"

"I don't complain of Betsy or any of her acts, Exceptin' when we 've quarreled and told each other facts."

"Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out."

"Weep not for those Who sink within the arms of death Ere yet the chilling wintry breath Of sorrow o'er them blows; Bu…"