The Old Folk, Time's Doting Chronicles.

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

A Lean Cheek; Which You Have Not: A Blue Eye, And Sunken; Which You Have Not: An Unquestionable Spirit; Which You Have Not: A Beard Neglected; Which You Have Not: — But I Pardon You For That; For, Simply, Your Having1 In Beard Is A Younger Brother's Revenue: — Then Your Hose Should Be Ungarter'd, Your Bonnet Unhanded, Your Sleeve Unbuttoned, Your Shoe Untied, And Every Thing About You Demonstrating A Careless Desolation.

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

Beauty Is Bought By Judgement Of The Eye.

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle.