Oh! A Private Buffoon Is A Light-hearted

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

Who Knows But We May Count Among Our Intellectual Chickens Like Them An Earl Of Thackeray And P'raps A Duke Of Dickens

Man Is Nature's Sole Mistake.

When You Are Lying Awake With A Dismal Headache, And Repose Is Tabooed By Anxiety, I Conceive You May Use Any Language You Choose To Indulge In Without Impropriety.

Love, Unrequited, Robs Me Of My Rest: Love, Hopeless Love, My Ardent Soul Encumbers: Love, Nightmare-like, Lies Heavy On My Chest, And Weaves Itself Into My Midnight Slumbers!