New-born Desires, After All, Have Inexplicable Charms,

The World, Dear Agnes, Is A Strange Affair.

I Hate All Men, The Ones Because They Are Mean And Vicious, And The Others For Being Complaisant With The Vicious Ones.

The Scandal Of The World Is What Makes The Offence; It Is Not Sinful To Sin In Silence.

Grammar, Which Knows How To Lord It Over Kings, And With High Hands Makes Them Obey Its Laws.

I Might, By Chance, Write Something Just As Shoddy; But Then I Wouldn't Show It To Everybody.