Old Fashions Please Me Best; I Am

The Wind-shak'd Surge, With High And Monstrous Main, Seems To Cast Water On The Burning Bear, And Quench The Guards Of The Ever-fixed Pole.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.

Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted.

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.