I Would Rather Have A Plain Down-right

The Voice So Sweet, The Words So Fair, As Some Soft Chime Had Stroked The Air; And Though The Sound Had Parted Thence, Still Left An Echo In The Sense.

My Thoughts And I Were Of Another World.

I Know No Disease Of The Soul But Ignorance, A Pernicious Evil, The Darkener Of Man's Life, The Disturber Of His Reason, And Common Confounder Of Truth.

Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

To Men Pressed By Their Wants All Change Is Ever Welcome.