Know Ye Not Who Would Be Free

And What Is Writ Is Writ - / Would It Were Worthier!

I Love Not Man The Less, But Nature More.

Romances Paint At Full Length People's Wooing. But Only Give A Bust Of Marriages.

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!

And Then He Danced,-all Foreigners Excel The Serious Angels In The Eloquence Of Pantomime;-he Danced, I Say, Right Well, With Emphasis, And A'so With Good Sense-a Thing In Footing Indispensable: He Danced Without Theatrical Pretence, Not Like A Ballet-master In The Van Of His Drill'd Nymphs, But Like A Gentleman.