Where It Concerns Himself, Who's Angry At

I Have Been At My Book; And Am Now Past The Craggy Paths Of Study, And Come To The Flowery Plains Of Honour And Reputation

A Good Dog Deserves A Good Bone.

Let Argument Bear No Unmusical Sound.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.

The Voice So Sweet, The Words So Fair, As Some Soft Chime Had Stroked The Air; And Though The Sound Had Parted Thence, Still Left An Echo In The Sense.