Th' Embroid'ry Of Poetic Dreams.

An Epigram Is But A Feeble Thing - With Straw In Tail, Stuck There By Way Of Sting.

I Venerate The Man Whose Heart Is Warm, Whose Hands Are Pure, Whose Doctrine And Whose Life, Coincident, Exhibit Lucid Proof That He Is Honest In The Sacred Cause.

An Inadvertent Step May Crush The Snail That Crawls At Evening In The Public Path. But He That Has Humanity, Forewarned, Will Turn Aside And Let The Reptile Live.

Who Loves A Garden Loves A Greenhouse Too.

Detested Sport, That Owes Its Pleasures To Another's Pain.