Beware The Fury Of A Patient Man.

The Soft Complaining Flute, In Dying Notes, Discovers The Woes Of Hopeless Lovers.

He Who Proposes To Be An Author Should First Be A Student.

Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.

Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.