Oft A Little Morning Rain Foretells A

Your Will Shall Decide Your Destiny.

[i]n His Presence I Thoroughly Lived.

Out Of Association Grows Adhesion, And Out Of Adhesion Amalgamation.

For I Too Liked Reading, Thought Of A Frivolous And Childish Kind; I Could Not Digest Or Comprehend The Serious Or Substantial.

I Like The Spirit Of This Great London Which I Feel Around Me. Who But A Coward Would Pass His Whole Life In Hamlets; And For Ever Abandon His Faculties To The Eating Rust Of Obscurity?