The Chameleon Love Can Feed

This Is A Gift That I Have, Simple, Simple; A Foolish Extravagant Spirit Full Of Forms, Figures, Shapes, Objects, Ideas, Apprehensions, Motions, Revolutions; These Are Begot In The Ventricle Of Memory, Nourished In The Womb Of Pia Mater, And Delivered Upon The Mellowing Of Occasion.

Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love.

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.

Ingrateful Man With Liquorish Draughts, And Morsels Unctuous, Greases His Pure Mind That From It All Consideration Slips.