I Might, By Chance, Write Something Just

Gold Is The Key, Whatever Else We Try; And That Sweet Metal Aids The Conqueror In Every Case, In Love As Well As War.

Everything That's Prose Isn't Verse And Everything That Isn't Verse Is Prose. Now You See What It Is To Be A Scholar!

There Is No Reward So Delightful, No Pleasure So Exquisite, As Having One's Work Known And Acclaimed By Those Whose Applause Confers Honor.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush.

You Never See The Old Austerity That Was The Essence Of Civility; Young People Hereabouts, Unbridled, Now Just Want.