Oh, if I could live four weeks longer! but no matter, no matter!

Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall, - So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that w…

'Get out o' Mr. Fletcher's road, ye idle, lounging, little - ' 'Vagabond,' I think the woman (Sally Walkins, once my nurse,) was going to say, but she changed …

To-morrow is, ah, whose?

I'm not scared of dying And I, don't really care If it' s peace you find in dying Well then, let the time be near.

I have no fear nor shrinking; I have seen death so often that it is not strange or fearful to me.

'A reasonable naturalist then settles down to this life with a sort of animal satisfaction. As Chinese illiterate women put it, 'Others gave birth to us and we…