"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."

"Betsy, like all good women, had a temper of her own."

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

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

"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…"

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

"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…"