Th' Embroid'ry Of Poetic Dreams.

God Made The Country, And Man Made The Town.

Defend Me, Therefore, Common Sense, Say From Reveries So Airy, From The Toil Of Dropping Buckets Into Empty Wells, And Growing Old In Drawing Nothing Up.

Thus Happiness Depends, As Nature Shows, Less On Exterior Things Than Most Suppose.

Spare Feast! A Radish And An Egg.

Laugh At All You Trembled At Before.