A Sympathy In Choice.

Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

Nothing 'gainst Times Scythe Can Make Defence.

I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At This Puppy-headed Monster!

Away, You Trifler! Love! I Love Thee Not, I Care Not For Thee, Kate: This Is No World To Play With Mammets And To Tilt With Lips: We Must Have Bloody Noses And Cracked Crowns.

Nature Teaches Beasts To Know Their Friends.