He Who Tells A Lie

A Pear-tree Planted Nigh: 'twas Charg'd With Fruit That Made A Goodly Show, And Hung With Dangling Pears Was Every Bough.

Every Professional Was Once An Amateur.

True Politeness Consists In Being Easy One's Self, And In Making Every One About One As Easy As One Can.

Then, At The Last And Only Couplet Fraught With Some Unmeaning Thing They Call A Thought, A Needless Alexandrine Ends The Song, That, Like A Wounded Snake, Drags Its Slow Length Along.

What Bosom Beast Not In His Country's Cause?