We Are Nothing; Less Than

I Counsel Thee, Shut Not Thy Heart, Nor Thy Library.

If There Be A Regal Solitude, It Is A Sick-bed. How The Patient Lords It There!

I Always Arrive Late At The Office, But I Make Up For It By Leaving Early.

Returning To Town In The Stage-coach, Which Was Filled With Mr. Gilman's Guests, We Stopped For A Minute Or Two At Kentish Town. A Woman Asked The Coachman, "are You Full Inside?" Upon Which Lamb Put His Head Through The Window And Said, "i Am Quite Full Inside; That Last Piece Of Pudding At Mr. Gilman's Did The Business For Me."

Whose Wit In The Combat, As Gentle As Bright, Ne'er Carried A Heart-stain Away On Its Blade.