I Ne'er Could Any Luster See In

Do Thou Snatch Treasures From My Lips, And I'll Take Kingdoms Back From Thine.

It Is By Women That Nature Writes On The Hearts Of Men.

Where They Do Agree On The Stage, Their Unanimity Is Wonderful.

Here, My Dear Lucy, Hide These Books. Quick, Quick! Fling "peregrine Pickle" Under The Toilette -throw "roderick Random" Into The Closet -put "the Innocent Adultery" Into "the Whole Duty Of Man"; Thrust "lord Aimworth" Under The Sofa! Cram "ovid" Behind The Bolster; There -put "the Man Of Feeling" Into Your Pocket. Now For Them.

We Will Not Anticipate The Past; So Mind, Young People,-our Retrospection Will Be All To The Future.