The World Meets Nobody Half Way.

Ay, Down To The Dust With Them, Slaves As They Are! From This Hour Let The Blood In Their Dastardly Veins, That Shrunk At The First Touch Of Liberty's War, Be Wasted For Tyrants, Or Stagnate In Chains.

The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.

Clap An Extinguisher Upon Your Irony If You Are Unhappily Blessed With A Vein Of It.

Asparagus Inspires Gentle Thoughts.

I Can Scarce Bring Myself To Believe, That I Am Admitted To A Familiar Correspondence, And All The License Of Friendship, With A Man Who Writes Blank Verse Like Milton.