Death's A Debt; His Mandamus Binds All

Won't You Come Into The Garden? I Would Like My Roses To See You.

Easy Writings Curse Is Hard Reading.

Illiterate Him, I Say, Quite From Your Memory.

There's No Possibility Of Being Witty Without A Little Ill-nature - The Malice Of A Good Thing Is The Barb That Makes It Stick.

Believe That Story False That Ought Not To Be True.