Happiness was born a twin. - Lord Byron

And he who lieth there was childless. I have dried the fountain of gentle race..
-Cain

When people say, 'I've told you fifty times,' They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, 'I've written fifty rhymes,' They make you dread that they 'll recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, But then, no doubt, it equally as true is, A good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.

Oh, God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood.