The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For

Nothing Shall I, While Sane, Compare With A Friend.

It Is Tedious To Tell Again Tales Already Plainly Told.

Sensitive Love Letters Are My Specialty. 'dear Baby, Welcome To Dumpsville. Population: You.'

You Ought Not To Practice Childish Ways, Since You Are No Longer That Age.

To Have A Great Man For An Intimate Friend Seems Pleasant To Those Who Have Never Tried It; Those Who Have, Fear It.