Less Oft Peace In Shelley's Mind, Than

I Pant, I Sink, I Tremble, I Expire!

Is It Not Odd That The Only Generous Person I Ever Knew, Who Had Money To Be Generous With, Should Be A Stockbroker.

It Is Found Easier, By The Short-sighted Victims Of Disease, To Palliate Their Torments By Medicine, Than To Prevent Them By Regimen

Whence Are We, And Why Are We? Of What Scene The Actors Or Spectators?

Men Of England, Wherefore Plough For The Lords Who Lay You Low?