Visits Are Insatiable Devourers Of Time, And

Even In The Stifling Bosom Of The Town, A Garden, In Which Nothing Thrives, Has Charms That Soothes The Rich Possessor; Much Consol'd, That Here And There Some Sprigs Of Mournful Mint, Or Nightshade, Or Valerian, Grace The Well He Cultivates.

Variety's The Very Spice Of Life, That Gives It All Its Flavor.

Some People Are More Nice Than Wise.

Domestic Happiness, Thou Only Bliss Of Paradise That Has Surviv'd The Fall!

Anticipated Rents, And Bills Unpaid, Force Many A Shining Youth Into The Shade, Not To Redeem His Time, But His Estate, And Play The Fool, But At The Cheaper Rate.