Not An Angel Of The

I Wish You Well And So I Take My Leave, I Pray You Know Me When We Meet Again.

O, This Life Is Nobler Than Attending For A Check, Richer Than Doing Nothing For A Robe, Prouder Than Rustling In Unpaid-for Silk: Such Pain The Cap Of Him That Makes Him Fine Yet Keeps His Book Uncrossed.

It Warms The Very Sickness In My Heart, That I Shall Live And Tell Him To His Teeth, "thus Diddest Thou;"

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.

To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.