Once You Have The Cap And Gown

You Are My Peace, My Solace, My Salvation.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

How Easily A Fathers Tenderness Is Recalled, And How Quickly A Son's Offenses Vanish At The Slightest Word Of Repentance!

It Is Fine For A Woman To Know A Lot; But I Don't Want Her To Have This Shocking Desire To Be Learned For Learnedness Sake. When I Ask A Woman A Question, I Like Her To Pretend To Ignore What She Really Knows.

I Live On Good Soup, Not On Fine Words.