Let The Punishment Fit The Crime.

The Idiot Who Praises, With Enthusiastic Tone, All Centuries But This, And Every Country But His Own.

Saturday Afternoon, Although Occurring At Regular And Well-foreseen Intervals, Always Takes This Railway By Surprise.

I Am A Child Of Nature, And Take After My Mother.

See How The Fates Their Gifts Allot, For A Is Happy-b Is Not. Yet B Is Worthy, I Dare Say, Of More Prosperity Than A.

Is Life A Boon? If So, It Must Befall That Death, Whene'er He Call, Must Call Too Soon.