Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

Much Of The Possibility Of Being Cheerful Comes From The Faculty Of Throwing Oneself Beyond Oneself.

I Would Not Be A Rose Upon The Wall A Queen Might Stop At, Near The Palace-door, To Say To A Courtier, "pluck That Rose For Me, It's Prettier Than The Rest." O Romney Leigh! I'd Rather Far Be Trodden By His Foot, Than Lie In A Great Queen's Bosom.

The Devil's Most Devilish When Respectable.

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.

And Lilies Are Still Lilies, Pulled By Smutty Hands, Though Spotted From Their White.