Lawyers, I Suppose, Were Children Once.

If Thou Would'st Have Me Sing And Play As Once I Play'd And Sung, First Take This Time-worn Lute Away, And Bring One Freshly Strung.

I Could Never Hate Anyone I Knew.

The Red-letter Days, Now Become, To All Intents And Purposes, Dead-letter Days.

Books Which Are No Books.

Be Not Frightened At The Hard Words "imposition," "imposture;" Give And Ask No Questions. Cast Thy Bread Upon The Waters. Some Have, Unawares, Entertained Angels.