Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea

I've Dreamt In My Life Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After.

The Lord Help Us!' He Soliloquised In An Undertone Of Peevish Displeasure, While Relieving Me Of My Horse: Looking, Meantime, In My Face So Sourly That I Charitably Conjectured He Must Have Need Of Divine Aid To Digest His Dinner, And His Pious Ejaculation Had No Reference To My Unexpected Advent.

I'll Walk Where My Own Nature Would Be Leading: It Vexes Me To Choose Another Guide: Where The Grey Flocks In Ferny Glens Are Feeding; Where The Wild Wind Blows On The Mountain-side.

What Kind Of Living Will It Be When You - Oh, God! Would You Like To Live With Your Soul In The Grave?

I Am Now Quite Cured Of Seeking Pleasure In Society, Be It Country Or Town.