Will Future Ages Believe That Such Stupid

Love, To Her Ear, Was But A Name, Combin'd With Vanity And Shame; Her Hopes, Her Fears, Her Joys, Were All Bounded Within The Cloister Wall.

Come Fill Up My Cup, Come Fill Up My Can, Come Saddle Your Horses, And Call Up Your Men; Come Open The West Port, And Let Me Gang Free, And It's Room For The Bonnets Of Bonny Dundee!

Those Who Are Too Idle To Read, Save For The Purpose Of Amusement, May In These Works Acquire Some Acquaintance With History, Which, However Inaccurate, Is Better Than None.

Within That Awful Volume Lies The Mystery Of Mysteries!

We Do That In Our Zeal Our Calmer Moment Would Be Afraid To Answer.