That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are

I Have A Great Mind To Believe In Christianity For The Mere Pleasure Of Fancying I May Be Damned.

I Have Seen A Thousand Graves Opened, And Always Perceived That Whatever Was Gone, The Teeth And Hair Remained Of Those Who Had Died With Them. Is Not This Odd? They Go The Very First Things In Youth And Yet Last The Longest In The Dust.

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.

Man Is A Carnivorous Production, And Must Have Meals, At Least One Meal A Day; He Cannot Live, Like Woodcocks, Upon Suction, But, Like The Shark And Tiger, Must Have Prey; Although His Anatomical Construction Bears Vegetables, In A Grumbling Way, Your Laboring People Think Beyond All Question, Beef, Veal, And Mutton Better For Digestion.

For A Man To Become A Poet (witness Petrarch And Dante), He Must Be In Love, Or Miserable.