A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands,

A Woman Being Never At A Loss... The Devil Always Sticks By Them.

But At Sixteen The Conscience Rarely Gnaws So Much, As When We Call Our Old Debts In At Sixty Years, And Draw The Accounts Of Evil, And Find A Deuced Balance With The Devil.

And Those Who Saw, It Did Surprise, Such Drops Could Fall From Human Eyes.

Absence - That Common Cure Of Love.

Which Cheers The Sad, Revives The Old, Inspires The Young, Makes Weariness Forget His Toil, And Fear Her Danger; Opens A New World When This, The Present, Palls.