The friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart: She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple-tart. - Robert Louis Stevenson

He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point. He’s an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No sir; I can make no hand of it; I can’t describe him. And it’s not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment.

Those that have the underhand in any fighting, I have observed, are ever anxious to persuade themselves they were betrayed.

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.