An Unforgiving Eye, And A Damned Disinheriting

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

You Shall See Them On A Beautiful Quarto Page Where A Neat Rivulet Of Text Shall Meander Through A Meadow Of Margin.

Through All The Drama - Whether Damned Or Not - Love Gilds The Scene, And Women Guide The Plot.

I Loved Him For Himself Alone.

A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge.