When True Hearts Lie Wither'd

The Truant Fancy Was A Wanderer Ever.

I Am In Love With The Green Earth.

Presents, I Often Say, Endear Absents.

I Conceive Disgust At These Impertinent And Misbecoming Familiarities Inscribed Upon Your Ordinary Tombstone.

I Hate A Man Who Swallows [his Food], Affecting Not To Know What He Is Eating. I Suspect His Taste In Higher Matters.