I Counsel Thee, Shut Not Thy Heart,

My Theory Is To Enjoy Life, But My Practice Is Against It.

If Dirt Were Trumps, What Hands You Would Hold!

Some People Have A Knack Of Putting Upon You Gifts Of No Real Value, To Engage You To Substantial Gratitude. We Thank Them For Nothing.

The Man Must Have A Rare Recipe For Melancholy, Who Can Be Dull In Fleet Street.

The Truant Fancy Was A Wanderer Ever.