To Rest, The Cushion And Soft Dean

The Only Time You Run Out Of Chances Is When You Stop Taking Them

Those Oft Are Stratagems Which Errors Seem Nor Is It Homer Nods, But We That Dream.

Say First, Of God Above Or Man Below; What Can We Reason But From What We Know.

Where Grows?--where Grows It Not? If Vain Our Toil, We Ought To Blame The Culture, Not The Soil.

Satire Or Sense, Alas! Can Sporus Feel? Who Breaks A Butterfly Upon A Wheel?