A Progeny Of Learning.

You Shall See Them On A Beautiful Quarto Page Where A Neat Rivulet Of Text Shall Meander Through A Meadow Of Margin.

A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge.

A Man May Surely Be Allowed To Take A Glass Of Wine By His Own Fireside.

I Had Rather Follow You To Your Grave Than See You Owe Your Life To Any But A Regular-bred Physician.

It Is By Women That Nature Writes On The Hearts Of Men.