On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Be Silent Always When You Doubt Your Sense.

She Went From Opera, Park, Assembly, Play, To Morning Walks, And Prayers Three Hours A Day. To Part Her Time 'twixt Reading And Bohea, To Muse, And Spill Her Solitary Tea, Or O'er Cold Coffee Trifle With The Spoon, Count The Slow Clock, And Dine Exact At Noon.

Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance By Rogues In Ruffles.

The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind! Each Pray'r Accepted, And Each Wish Resign'd

Some Have At First For Wits, Then Poets Passed, Turned Critics Next, And Proved Plain Fools At Last.