Fame, The Sovereign Deity Of Proud Ambition.

You Shall See Them On A Beautiful Quarto Page Where A Neat Rivulet Of Text Shall Meander Through A Meadow Of Margin.

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

A Man May Surely Be Allowed To Take A Glass Of Wine By His Own Fireside.

Soft Pity Never Leaves The Gentle Breast Where Love Has Been Received A Welcome Guest.

Humanity Is Composed But Of Two Categories, The Invalids And The Nurses