Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So

None, None Descends Into Himself, To Find The Secret Imperfections Of His Mind: But Every One Is Eagle-ey'd To See Another's Faults, And His Deformity.

Who Climbs The Grammar-tree, Distinctly Knows Where Noun, And Verb, And Participle Grows.

Accurst Ambition, How Dearly I Have Bought You.

Love Is Love's Reward.

For All The Happiness Mankind Can Gain Is Not In Pleasure, But In Rest From Pain.