Trample Not On The Ruins Of A

I Could Never Hate Anyone I Knew.

Every Commonplace Or Trite Observation Is Not A Truism.

Don't Introduce Me To That Man! I Want To Go On Hating Him, And I Can't Hate A Man Whom I Know.

Oh, Ever Thus, From Childhood's Hour, I 've Seen My Fondest Hopes Decay; I Never Loved A Tree Or Flower But 't Was The First To Fade Away. I Never Nurs'd A Dear Gazelle, To Glad Me With Its Soft Black Eye, But When It Came To Know Me Well And Love Me, It Was Sure To Die.

He Has Left Off Reading Altogether, To The Great Improvement Of His Originality.