Words Are The Weak Support

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s Whispered Everywhere.

No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It Hurts Not Me.

Uncertainty And Expectation Are The Joys Of Life. Security Is An Insipid Thing.

How Hard A Thing 'twould Be To Please You All.