But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.

Some Minds Improve By Travel, Others, Rather, Resemble Copper Wire, Or Brass, Which Get The Narrower By Going Farther.

When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken, What Can An Old Man Do But Die?

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.

No Blessed Leisure For Love Or Hope, But Only Time For Grief.