Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
‘Extremes meet’, as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
Frost is the greatest artist in our clime – he paints in nature and describes in rime.
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.