Death, So Called, Is A Thing Which

A Man Must Serve His Time To Every Trade, Save Censure-critics All Are Ready Made. Take Hackney'd Jokes From Miller, Got By Rote With Just Enough Learning To Misquote.

The Art Of Angling, The Cruelest, The Coldest And The Stupidest Of Pretended Sports.

The Premises Are So Delightfully Extensive, That Two People Might Live Together Without Ever Seeing, Hearing Or Meeting.

Poetry Should Only Occupy The Idle.

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.