All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar

I Never Knew An Enemy To Puns Who Was Not An Ill-natured Man.

To Be Sick Is To Enjoy Monarchical Prerogatives.

You Look Wise, Pray Correct That Error.

I Even Think That, Sentimentally, I Am Disposed To Harmony. But Organically I Am Incapable Of A Tune.

Satire Does Not Look Pretty Upon A Tombstone.