Who Is It That Can Tell Me

In Limited Professions There's Boundless Theft.

Thou Hast Seen A Farmer's Dog Bark At A Beggar? And The Creature Run From The Cur. There Thou Mightst Behold The Great Image Of Authority-a Dog's Obeyed In Office.

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

Take You Me For A Sponge?

Each Substance Of A Grief Has Twenty Shadows.