I See Before Me The Gladiator Lie.

Know Ye The Land Where The Cypress And Myrtle Are Emblems Of Deeds That Are Done In Their Clime? Where The Rage Of The Vulture, The Love Of The Turtle, Now Melt Into Sorrow, Now Madden To Crime!

It Has Been Said That The Immortality Of The Soul Is A Grand Peut-tre -but Still It Is A Grand One. Everybody Clings To It -the Stupidest, And Dullest, And Wickedest Of Human Bipeds Is Still Persuaded That He Is Immortal.

Next To Dressing For A Rout Or Ball, Undressing Is A Woe.

A Schoolboy's Tale, The Wonder Of An Hour!

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.