Published Memoirs Indicate The End Of A

That Rarest Gift To Beauty, Common Sense!

How Many A Thing Which We Cast To The Ground, When Others Pick It Up, Becomes A Gem!

Caricature Is Rough Truth.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars.

I've Studied Men From My Topsy-turvy Close, And I Reckon, Rather True. Some Are Fine Fellows: Some, Right Scurvy; Most, A Dash Between The Two.