On paper curiously shaped Scribblers to-day of every sort, In verses Valentines ycled'd To Venus chime their annual court. I too will swell the motley throng, And greet the all auspicious day, Whose privilege permits my song My love this… — Henry George Bohn Copy Share Image
Friends are like fiddle strings; they must not be screwed too tight. — Henry George Bohn Copy Share Image
Business and action strengthen the brain, but too much study weakens it. — Henry George Bohn Copy Share Image
There is nothing can equal the tender hours When life is first in bloom, When the heart like a bee, in a wild of… — Henry George Bohn Copy Share Image
