Believe That Story False That Ought Not

Soft Pity Never Leaves The Gentle Breast Where Love Has Been Received A Welcome Guest.

Wit Loses Its Point When Dipped In Malice.

A Progeny Of Learning.

It Is By Women That Nature Writes On The Hearts Of Men.

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