It Is Good To Love The Unknown.

My Only Books Were Woman's Looks,- And Folly 's All They 've Taught Me.

Ay, Down To The Dust With Them, Slaves As They Are! From This Hour Let The Blood In Their Dastardly Veins, That Shrunk At The First Touch Of Liberty's War, Be Wasted For Tyrants, Or Stagnate In Chains.

How I Like To Be Liked, And What I Do To Be Liked!

The Truant Fancy Was A Wanderer Ever.

Lawyers, I Suppose, Were Children Once.