O Friend Unseen, Unborn, Unknown, Student Of

The Roman State Stands By Ancient Customs, And Its Manhood.

The Ape, Vilest Of Beasts, How Like To Us.

Let No One Weep For Me, Or Celebrate My Funeral With Mourning; For I Still Live, As I Pass To And Fro Through The Mouths Of Men.

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?

I Never Indulge In Rhyme Or Stanza Unless I'm In Bed With The Influenza.