Crimes Generally Punish Themselves.

If You Were To Make Little Fishes Talk, They Would Talk Like Whales.

Good Counsel Rejected Returns To Enrich The Givers Bosom.

Every Absurdity Has A Champion To Defend It.

I Fancy The Character Of A Poet Is In Every Country The Same,--fond Of Enjoying The Present, Careless Of The Future; His Conversation That Of A Man Of Sense, His Actions Those Of A Fool.

As Some Tall Cliff That Lifts Its Awful Form, Swells From The Vale, And Midway Leaves The Storm,- Though Round Its Breast The Rolling Clouds Are Spread, Eternal Sunshine Settles On Its Head.