Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere

It Is For Homely Features To Keep Home,- They Had Their Name Thence; Coarse Complexions And Cheeks Of Sorry Grain Will Serve To Ply The Sampler And To Tease The Huswife's Wool. What Need A Vermeil-tinctur'd Lip For That, Love-darting Eyes, Or Tresses Like The Morn?

Which, If Not Victory, Is Yet Revenge.

Pandemonium, The High Capital Of Satan And His Peers.

I Sat Me Down To Watch Upon A Bank With Ivy Canopied And Interwove With Flaunting Honeysuckle.

Where More Is Meant Than Meets The Ear.