No More Was Seen The Human Form

In A Sadly Pleasing Strain, Let The Warbling Lute Complain.

Nothing Is More Certain Than Much Of The Force; As Well As Grace, Of Arguments Or Instructions Depends Their Conciseness.

A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!

Praise Is Like Ambergrease: A Little Whiff Of It, And By Snatches, Is Very Agreeable; But When A Man Holds A Whole Lump Of It To Your Nose, It Is A Stink, And Strikes You Down.

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail. Reasons The Card, But Passion The Gale.