Good-night, little shivering grasses!
'Tis idle to struggle and fight
With tempest and cruel frost-fingers;
Lie down, little grasses, to-night!
Good-night, little shivering grasses!
Lie down 'neath the coverlet white,
And rest till the cuckoo is singing;
Good-night, little grasses, good-night!
—A November Good-night.—Beers
Daffydowndilly came up in the cold,
Through the brown mould,
Although the March breezes blew keen on her face,
Although the white snow lay on many a place.
I can't do much yet, but I'll do what I can.
It's well I began!
For unless I can manage to lift up my head,
The people will think that the Spring herself's dead.
O Daffydowndilly, so brave and so true,
I wish all were like you!
So ready for duty in all sorts of weather,
And holding forth courage and beauty together.
One to-day is worth two to-morrow's.—Poor Richard's Almanac
The future is purchased by the present.—Samuel Johnson
The sober second thought is always essential, and seldom wrong.—Martin Van Buren
Recollect that trifles make perfection, and that perfection is no trifle.—Michael Angelo
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.
—Shakespeare