True Politeness Consists In Being Easy One's

Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky, For Those Who Greatly Think Or Bravely Die?

No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.

She Went From Opera, Park, Assembly, Play, To Morning Walks, And Prayers Three Hours A Day. To Part Her Time 'twixt Reading And Bohea, To Muse, And Spill Her Solitary Tea, Or O'er Cold Coffee Trifle With The Spoon, Count The Slow Clock, And Dine Exact At Noon.

Let Opening Roses Knotted Oaks Adorn, And Liquid Amber Drop From Every Thorn.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit, There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It