Friendship Is A Sheltering Tree.

Ancestral Voices Prophesying War.

Carved With Figures Strange And Sweet, All Made Out Of The Carver's Brain.

A Poet Ought Not To Pick Nature's Pocket. Let Him Borrow, And So Borrow As To Repay By The Very Act Of Borrowing. Examine Nature Accurately, But Write From Recollection, And Trust More To The Imagination Than The Memory.

A Woman In A Single State May Be Happy And May Be Miserable; But Most Happy, Most Miserable, These Are Epithets Belonging To A Wife.

Bells, The Poor Man's Only Music.