What Must Be Shall Be.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

A Breath Thou Art, Servile To All The Skyey Influences.

Scarce Can I Speak, My Choler Is So Great. Oh! I Could Hew Up Rocks, And Fight With Flint.

Report Me And My Cause Aright.

Nothing Is So Common As The Wish To Be Remarkable.(attributed To)