An Epigram Is But A

Now Stir The Fire, And Close The Shutters Fast, Let Fall The Curtains, Wheel The Sofa Around, And While The Bubbling And Loud-hissing Urn Throws Up A Steamy Column, And The Cups That Cheer But Not Inebriate, Wait On Each, So Let Us Welcome Peaceful Evening In

Did Charity Prevail, The Press Would Prove A Vehicle Of Virtue, Truth, And Love.

How Fleet Is A Glance Of The Mind! Compared With The Speed Of Its Flight, The Tempest Itself Lags Behind, And The Swift-winged Arrows Of Light.

A Fool Must Now And Then Be Right, By Chance

Nature Is A Good Name For An Effect Whose Cause Is God.