Italia! O Italia! Thou Who Hast The

Never To Talk To Ones Self Is A Form Of Hypocrisy

Society Is Now One Polished Horde, Formed Of Two Mighty Tries, The Bores And Bored.

A Man Must Serve His Time To Every Trade, Save Censure-critics All Are Ready Made. Take Hackney'd Jokes From Miller, Got By Rote With Just Enough Learning To Misquote.

He Who Grown Aged In This World Of Woe, In Deeds, Not Years, Piercing The Depths Of Life, So That No Wonder Waits Him.

A Man Of Eighty Has Outlived Probably Three New Schools Of Painting, Two Of Architecture And Poetry And A Hundred In Dress.