[my Kitten] Is Dressed In A Tortoise-shell

An Inadvertent Step May Crush The Snail That Crawls At Evening In The Public Path. But He That Has Humanity, Forewarned, Will Turn Aside And Let The Reptile Live.

In Man Or Woman, But Far Most In Man, And Most Of All In Man That Ministers, And Serves The Altar, In My Soul I Loathe All Affectation. 'tis My Perfect Scorn: Object Of My Implacable Disgust.

A Heretic, My Dear Sir, Is A Fellow Who Disagrees With You Regarding Something Neither Of You Knows Anything About.

No Wild Enthusiast Could Rest, Till Half The World Like Him Was Possessed.

Some Write A Narrative Of Wars And Feats, Of Heroes Little Known, And Call The Rant A History.