The Dome Of Thought, The

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give Like That It Takes Away.

This Sort Of Adoration Of The Real Is But A Heightening Of The Beau Ideal.

A Legal Broom's A Moral Chimney-sweeper, And That's The Reason He Himself's So Dirty

Let Not His Mode Of Raising Cash Seem Strange, Although He Fleeced The Flags Of Every Nation, For Into A Prime Minister But Change His Title, And 'tis Nothing But Taxation.