But I, When I Undress Me Each

When I Demanded Of My Friend What Viands He Preferred, He Quoth: "a Large Cold Bottle, And A Small Hot Bird!"

No Book Can Be Appreciated Until It Has Been Slept With And Dreamed Over.

Have You An Unexpurgated Copy Of Hannah More's 'letters To A Village Maiden'?

Let My Temptation Be A Book.

How Gracious Those Dews Of Solace That Over My Senses Fall At The Clink Of The Ice In The Pitcher The Boy Brings Up The Hall.