What Peaceful Hours I Once Enjoy'd! How

Pity! Religion Has So Seldom Found A Skilful Guide Into Poetic Ground! The Flowers Would Spring Where'er She Deign'd To Stray And Every Muse Attend Her In Her Way.

Who Loves A Garden Loves A Greenhouse Too.

There Is A Mixture Of Evil In Everything We Do; Indulgence Encourages Us To Encroach, While We Crabbe Exercise The Rights Of Children, We Become Childish.

... She, That Will With Kittens Jest, Should Bear A Kitten's Joke.

A Noisy Man Is Always In The Right.