Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

A Sleep Without Dreams, After A Rough Day Of Toil, Is What We Covet Most; And Yet How Clay Shrinks Back From More Quiescent Clay! The Very Suicide That Pays His Debt At Once Without Installments (an Old Way Of Paying Debts, Which Creditors Regret) Lets Out Impatiently His Rushing Breath, Less From Disgust Of Life Than Dread Of Death.

The Art Of Angling, The Cruelest, The Coldest And The Stupidest Of Pretended Sports.

Where There Is Mystery, It Is Generally Suspected There Must Also Be Evil.

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.

But Beef Is Rare Within These Oxless Isles; Goat's Flesh There Is, No Doubt, And Kid, And Mutton; And, When A Holiday Upon Them Smiles, A Joint Upon Their Barbarous Spits They Put On.