Merit, God Knows, Is Very Little Rewarded.

Do Not Fold, Spindle Or Mutilate.

No Woman Dresses Below Herself From Mere Caprice.

A Book Reads The Better Which Is Our Own, And Has Been So Long Known To Us, That We Know The Topography Of Its Blots, And Dog's Ears, And Can Trace The Dirt In It To Having Read It At Tea With Buttered Muffins.

Oh, The Pleasure Of Eating My Dinner Alone!

The True Poet Dreams Being Awake.