I Always Arrive Late At The Office,

A Man Cannot Have A Pure Mind Who Refuses Apple Dumplings.

I Can Scarce Bring Myself To Believe, That I Am Admitted To A Familiar Correspondence, And All The License Of Friendship, With A Man Who Writes Blank Verse Like Milton.

Cultivate Simplicity, Coleridge.

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

He Has Left Off Reading Altogether, To The Great Improvement Of His Originality.