The Blushing Beauties Of A Modest Maid.

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.

Treason Is Greatest Where Trust Is Greatest.

Fiction Is Of The Essence Of Poetry As Well As Of Painting; There Is A Resemblance In One Of Human Bodies, Things, And Actions Which Are Not Real, And In The Other Of A True Story By Fiction.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

To Tame The Proud, The Fetter'd Slave To Free, These Are Imperial Arts.