Prudence, Like Experience, Must Be

Won't You Come Into The Garden? I Would Like My Roses To See You.

Madam, A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge; It Blossoms Through The Year. And Depend On It That They Who Are So Fond Of Handling The Leaves, Will Long For The Fruit At Last.

A Progeny Of Learning.

My Valour Is Certainly Going! - It Is Sneaking Off! - I Feel It Oozing Out As It Were At The Palms Of My Hands!

Prudence, Like Experience, Must Be Paid For.