The Very Pink Of Perfection.

But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May.

To What Fortuitous Occurrence Do We Not Owe Every Pleasure And Convenience Of Our Lives.

Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog And In That Town A Dog Was Found, As Many Dogs There Be, Both Mongrel, Puppy, Whelp, And Hound, And Curs Of Low Degree.

Books Are Necessary To Correct The Vices Of The Polite; But Those Vices Are Ever Changing, And The Antidote Should Be Changed Accordingly Should Still Be New.

A Volcano May Be Considered As A Cannon Of Immense Size.