I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His

A Violet In The Youth Of Primy Nature, Forward, Not Permanent--sweet, Not Lasting; The Perfume And Suppliance Of A Minute; No More.

Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?

The Fashion Of The World Is To Avoid Cost, And You Encounter It.

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?