For Thy Sake, Tobacco, I Would Do

To Be Sick Is To Enjoy Monarchical Prerogatives.

The Human Species, According To The Best Theory I Can Form Of It, Is Composed Of Two Distinct Races, The Men Who Borrow And The Men Who Lend.

There Is Not In The Wide World A Valley So Sweet As That Vale In Whose Bosom The Bright Waters Meet.

We All Have Some Taste Or Other, Of Too Ancient A Date To Admit Of Our Remembering It Was An Acquired One.

All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.