For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not

Well For The Drones Of The Social Hive That There Are Bees Of An Industrious Turn, Willing, For An Infinitesimal Share Of The Honey, To Undertake The Labor Of Its Fabrication.

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

There Is Not A String Attuned To Mirth But Has Its Chord Of Melancholy.

Experience Enables Me To Depose To The Comfort And Blessing That Literature Can Prove In Seasons Of Sickness And Sorrow.

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations