Who Often Reads, Will Sometimes Wish To

Shall He Who Soars, Inspired By Loftier Views, Life's Little Cares And Little Pains Refuse? Shall He Not Rather Feel A Double Share Of Mortal Woe, When Doubly Arm'd To Bear?

But Monument Themselves Memorials Need.

Secrets With Girls, Like Guns With Boys, Are Never Valued Till They Make A Noise.

But Jest Apart--what Virtue Canst Thou Trace In That Broad Trim That Hides Thy Sober Face? Does That Long-skirted Drab, That Over-nice And Formal Clothing, Prove A Scorn Of Vice? Then For Thine Accent--what In Sound Can Be So Void Of Grace As Dull Monotony?

I Paint The Cot, As Truth Will Paint It, And As Bards Will Not.