O What A Thing Is Age! Death

Justice Is Often Pale And Melancholy; But Gratitude, Her Daughter, Is Constantly In The Flow Of Spirits And The Bloom Of Loveliness.

Prose On Certain Occasions Can Bear A Great Deal Of Poetry; On The Other Hand, Poetry Sinks And Swoons Under A Moderate Weight Of Prose.

O What A Thing Is Age! Death Without Death's Quiet.

He Who Brings Ridicule To Bear Against Truth Finds In His Hand A Blade Without A Hilt.

Let A Gentleman Be Known To Have Been Cheated Of Twenty Pounds, And It Costs Him Forty A-year For The Remainder Of His Life.