Friend Of My Bosom, Thou More Than

Oh Call It By Some Better Name, For Friendship Sounds Too Cold.

Asparagus Inspires Gentle Thoughts.

I Conceive Disgust At These Impertinent And Misbecoming Familiarities Inscribed Upon Your Ordinary Tombstone.

Merit, God Knows, Is Very Little Rewarded.

It Is Well If The Good Man Himself Does Not Feel His Devotions A Little Clouded, Those Foggy Sensuous Steams Mingling With And Polluting The Pure Altar Surface.