Aromatic Plants Bestow No Spicy Fragrance While

All Is Not Gold That Glitters, Pleasure Seems Sweet, But Proves A Glass Of Bitters

What If In Scotland's Wilds We Viel'd Our Head, Where Tempests Whistle Round The Sordid Bed; Where The Rug's Two-fold Use We Might Display, By Night A Blanket, And A Plaid By Day.

Pity And Friendship Are Two Passions Incompatible With Each Other.

In Arguing One Should Meet Serious Pleading With Humor, And Humor With Serious Pleading.

Trade's Proud Empire Hastes To Swift Decay.