The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.

Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.

To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

In arguing too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thundering sound Amazed the ga…

'Living with a woman is going to be really tough. They tend to be really domesticated, you know. They fold things and clean things and know what they are going…

'We call Jasmine's room 'The Harem,' a sexy place, about which Dan never complained, even though his own possessions, his laptop PC and briefcase, for example,…

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybe…