I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!

That Is The Way To Lay The City Flat, To Bring The Roof To The Foundation, And Bury All, Which Yet Distinctly Ranges, In Heaps And Piles Of Ruin.

Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched Go.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.