I Was Born A Scotsman And A

Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater Foe Than A Habit Of Drinking.

And Children Know, Instinctive Taught, The Friend And Foe.

If A Faultless Poem Could Be Produced, I Am Satisfied It Would Tire The Critics Themselves; And Annoy The Whole Reading World With The Spleen.

Mystery Has Great Charms For Womanhood.

The Chain Of Friendship, However Bright, Does Not Stand The Attrition Of Constant Close Contact.