I Do Not Love A Man Who

An Emperor In His Nightcap Will Not Meet With Half The Respect Of An Emperor With A Crown.

Teach Erring Man To Spurn The Rage Of Gain.

In Proportion As Society Refines, New Books Must Ever Become More Necessary.

At Night Returning, Every Labour Sped, He Sits Him Down, The Monarch Of A Shed; Smiles By His Cheerful Fire, And Round Surveys His Children's Looks, That Brighten At The Blaze; While His Lov'd Partner, Boastful Of Her Hoard, Displays Her Cleanly Platter On The Board.

Silence Gives Consent.