I Should, Many A Good Day, Have

A Feast Not Profuse But Elegant; More Of Salt [refinement] Than Of Expense.

Now What I Love In Women Is, They Won't Or Can't Do Otherwise Than Lie, But Do It. So Well, The Very Truth Seems Falsehood To It.

Then Rose From Sea To Sky The Wild Farewell Then Shriek'd The Timid, And Stood Still The Brave, Then Some Leap'd Overboard With Fearful Yell, As Eager To Anticipate Their Grave.

Self Praise Is No Praise At All.

I Awoke One Morning And Found Myself Famous.