But Search The Land Of Living Men,

If A Faultless Poem Could Be Produced, I Am Satisfied It Would Tire The Critics Themselves; And Annoy The Whole Reading World With The Spleen.

Ambition Is No Cure For Love!

And Children Know, Instinctive Taught, The Friend And Foe.

Revenge, The Sweetest Morsel To The Mouth That Ever Was Cooked In Hell.

If A Farmer Fills His Barn With Grain, He Gets Mice. If He Leaves It Empty, He Gets Actors.