I Speak Not Of Men's Creeds—they Rest

What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A Scar?

Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future Tear.

The Art Of Angling, The Cruelest, The Coldest And The Stupidest Of Pretended Sports.

For Through The South The Custom Still Commands The Gentleman To Kiss The Lady's Hands.

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!