How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock,

Other Courtesies Have Been - Other Courtesy May Be - We Commend Ourselves To Thee Paragon Of Chivalry.

I Hope Your Rambles Have Been Sweet, And Your Reveries Spacious

Nature, Like Us Is Sometimes Caught Without Her Diadem.

Mine Enemy Is Growing Old -- I Have At Last Revenge -- The Palate Of The Hate Departs -- If Any Would Avenge Let Him Be Quick -- The Viand Flits -- It Is A Faded Meat -- Anger As Soon As Fed Is Dead -- 'tis Starving Makes It Fat

Beauty Is Not Caused, It Is; Chase It And It Ceases, Chase It Not And It Abides.