Thy Wish Was Father, Harry,

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

But I Remember Now I Am In This Earthly World, Where To Do Harm Is Often Laudable, To Do Good Sometime Accounted Dangerous Folly.

I See That The Fashion Wears Out More Apparel Than The Man.

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.