Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Learn To Write Well, Or Not To Write At All.

Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure,- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.