Cities Degrade Us By Magnifying Trifles.

Be A Football To Time And Chance, The More Kicks, The Better, So That You Inspect The Whole Game And Know Its Utmost Law.

A Man Must Ride Alternately On The Horses Of His Private And His Public Nature.

Venus, When Her Son Was Lost, Cried Him Up And Down The Coast, In Hamlets, Palaces, And Parks, And Told The Truant By His Marks,- Golden Curls, And Quiver, And Bow.

Then Climate Is A Great Impediment To Idle Persons; We Often Resolve To Give Up The Care Of The Weather, But Still We Regard The Clouds And The Rain.

Nothing Can Be Colder Than His Head, When The Lightnings Of His Imagination Are Playing In The Sky.