I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew;

There Is A Certain Majesty In Simplicity Which Is Far Above All The Quaintness Of Wit.

And Make Each Day A Critic On The Last.

Heaven Gave To Woman The Peculiar Grace To Spin, To Weep, And Cully Human Race.

Party-spirit At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

To Endeavor To Work Upon The Vulgar With Fine Sense Is Like Attempting To Hew Blocks With A Razor.