The Very Pink Of Perfection.

Man Seems The Only Growth That Dwindles Here.

Taste Is The Power Of Relishing Or Rejecting Whatever Is Offered For The Entertainment Of The Imagination.

As For Murmurs, Mother, We Grumble A Little Now And Then, To Be Sure; But There's No Love Lost Between Us.

I Always Get The Better When I Argue Alone.

This Same Philosophy Is A Good Horse In The Stable, But An Arrant Jade On A Journey.