Books Are Men Of Higher Stature.

First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed The Fingers Of This Hand Wherewith I Write; And, Ever Since, It Grew More Clean And White.

And Is It Not The Chief Good Of Money, The Being Free From The Need Of Thinking Of It?

I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and He Said, "write!"

I Would Not Be A Rose Upon The Wall A Queen Might Stop At, Near The Palace-door, To Say To A Courtier, "pluck That Rose For Me, It's Prettier Than The Rest." O Romney Leigh! I'd Rather Far Be Trodden By His Foot, Than Lie In A Great Queen's Bosom.

It Is Difficult To Get Rid Of People When You Once Have Given Them Too Much Pleasure.