The Fish Is Swift, Small-needing,

The Person Who Can Be Only Serious Or Only Cheerful, Is But Half A Man.

Christmas Is The Glorious Time Of Great Too-much.

Affection, Like Melancholy, Magnifies Trifles.

Mirth Itself Is Too Often But Melancholy In Disguise.

Little Eyes Must Be Good-tempered Or They Are Ruined. They Have No Other Resource. But This Will Beautify Them Enough. They Are Made For Laughing, And, Should Do Their Duty.