Pleasure Is Labour Too, And

Then Liberty, Like Day, Breaks On The Soul, And By A Flash From Heaven Fires All The Faculties With Glorious Joy.

Visits Are Insatiable Devourers Of Time, And Fit Only For Those Who, If They Did Not That, Would Do Nothing.

I Have A Kitten,the Drollest Of All Creatures That Ever Wore A Cat's Skin.

Grief Is Itself A Medicine.

Manner Is All In All, Whate'er Is Writ,the Substitute For Genius, Sense, And Wit.