In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy A

How Many Things By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.

My Lord, They Say Five Moons Were Seen To-night-- Four Fixed, And The Fifth Did Whirl About The Other Four In Wondrous Motion.

O For A Horse With Wings!

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.