For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My

A Baby Was Sleeping, Its Mother Was Weeping.

When Once The Itch Of Literature Comes Over A Man, Nothing Can Cure It But The Scratching Of A Pen. But If You Have Not A Pen, I Suppose You Must Scratch Any Way You Can.

For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My Dear.

Too Little Is It Considered, While We Gaze On Aristocratic Beauty, How Much Good Food, Soft Lying, Warm Wrapping, Ease Of Mind, Have To Do With The Attractions Which Command Our Admiration.

Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile In Her Eye.