Great Talkers Should Be Cropt, For They've

Reckless Youth Makes Rueful Age.

All Cats Look Gray In The Dark.

Love, Cough, & A Smoke, Can't Well Be Hid.

Security Without Liberty Is Called Prison.

I Know As Well As Thee That I Am No Poet Born It Is A Trade, I Never Learnt Nor Indeed Could Learn If I Make Verses-'tis In Spite Of Nature And My Stars I Write.