The World Meets Nobody Half Way.

By Myself Walking, To Myself Talking.

Shut Not Thy Purse-strings Always Against Painted Distress.

We All Have Some Taste Or Other, Of Too Ancient A Date To Admit Of Our Remembering It Was An Acquired One.

You Look Wise, Pray Correct That Error.

Our Appetites, Of One Or Another Kind, Are Excellent Spurs To Our Reason, Which Might Otherwise But Feebly Set About The Great Ends Of Preserving And Continuing The Species.