There Is In Souls A Sympathy With

The Parson Knows Enough Who Knows A Duke.

Spare Feast! A Radish And An Egg.

I Seem Forsaken And Alone, / I Hear The Lion Roar; / And Every Door Is Shut But One, / And That Is Mercy's Door.

Detested Sport, That Owes Its Pleasures To Another's Pain.

No Wild Enthusiast Could Rest, Till Half The World Like Him Was Possessed.