Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

When The Blind Lead The Blind, No Wonder They Both Fall Into - Matrimony.

Vivutur Ingenio, That Damn'd Motto There Seduced Me First To Me A Wicked Player.

Tis The Greatest Misfortune In Nature For A Woman To Want A Confidant.

Spite Of All Modesty, A Man Must Own A Pleasure In The Hearing Of His Praise.

Tis A Question Whether Adversity Or Prosperity Makes The Most Poets.