
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.Sweet mercy is nobility's true badgeWhat's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.* * * * *Farewell, fair cruelty.* * * * *One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.* * * * *How...