Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale

One Hates An Author That's All Author.

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.

And What Is Writ Is Writ - / Would It Were Worthier!

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.

I Die But First I Have Possessed, And Come What May, I Have Been Blessed.