The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessing without number Gently falling on thy head.
It was a saying of the ancients, "Truth lies in a well;" and to carry on this metaphor, we may justly say that logic does supply us with steps, whereby we may go down to reach the water.
Do not be deceived; happiness and enjoyment do not lie in wicked ways.
And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.