A Pretty Woman Is A Welcome Guest.

Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future Tear.

Sleep Hath Its Own World, And The Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

Armenian Is The Language To Speak With God.

Tis Pleasant Purchasing Our Fellow-creatures; And All Are To Be Sold, If You Consider Their Passions, And Are Dext'rous; Some By Features Are Brought Up, Others By A Warlike Leader; Some By A Place--as Tend Their Years Or Natures; The Most By Ready Cash--but All Have Prices, From Crowns To Kicks, According To Their Vices.

Of All Tales 'tis The Saddest--and More Sad, Because It Makes Us Smile.