The One Great Poem Of New England

Many A Man Has Been Dined Out Of His Religion, And His Politics, And His Manhood, Almost.

The Continuance And Frequent Fits Of Anger Produce In The Soul A Propensity To Be Angry; Which Oftentimes Ends In Choler, Bitterness, And Moronity, When The Mid Becomes Ulcerated, Peevish, And Querulous, And Is Wounded By The Least Occurrence.

He Is Rich Or Poor According To What He Is, Not According To What He Has.

In The Sacred Precinct Of That Dwelling Where The Despotic Woman Wields The Sceptre Of Fierce Neatness, One Treads As If He Carried His Life In His Hands.

Cant Is The Twin Sister Of Hypocrisy.