Beholding Heaven, And Feeling Hell.

A Babe Is Fed With Milk And Praise.

Merit, God Knows, Is Very Little Rewarded.

I Cannot Sit And Think; Books Think For Me.

A Pun Is Not Bound By The Laws Which Limit Nicer Wit. It Is A Pistol Let Off At The Ear; Not A Feather To Tickle The Intellect.

Presents, I Often Say, Endear Absents.