Here Is Neither Want Of Appetite Nor

But With Morning Cool Repentance Came.

Some Touch Of Nature's Genial Glow.

The Half Hour Between Waking And Rising Has All My Life Proved Propitious To Any Task Which Was Exercising My Invention... It Was Always When I First Opened My Eyes That The Desired Ideas Thronged Upon Me.

But Woe Awaits A Country When She Sees The Tears Of Bearded Men.

Honour Is A Homicide And A Bloodspiller, That Gangs About Making Frays In The Street; But Credit Is A Decent Honest Man, That Sits At Hame And Makes The Pat Play.