Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently

Nothing Can Be More Shocking And Horrid Than One Of Our Kitchens Sprinkled With Blood, And Abounding With The Cries Of Expiring Victims Or With The Limbs Of Dead Animals Scattered Or Hung Up Here And There.

Some Judge Of Authors' Names, Not Works, And Then Nor Praise Nor Blame The Writings, But The Men.

Blest Paper-credit! Last And Best Supply! That Lends Corruption Lighter Wings To Fly!

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

Ah! Why, Ye Gods, Should Two And Two Make Four?