The Reading Or Non-reading A Book Will

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!

Poetry Should Only Occupy The Idle.

A Feast Not Profuse But Elegant; More Of Salt [refinement] Than Of Expense.

Now What I Love In Women Is, They Won't Or Can't Do Otherwise Than Lie, But Do It. So Well, The Very Truth Seems Falsehood To It.

Heaven Gives Its Favourites-early Death.