A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose, And On Old Hiems' Thin And Icy Crown An Odorous Chaplet Of Sweet Summer Buds Is, As In Mockery, Set. The Spring, The Summer, The Childing Autumn, Angry Winter, Change Their Wonted Liveries, And The Mazed World, By Their Increase, Now Knows Not Which Is Which.

Too Nice, And Yet Too True!

Think, When We Talk Of Horses, That You See Them Printing Their Proud Hoofs I' The Receiving Earth.