Ten Censure Wrong For One Who Writes

The Laughers Are A Majority.

The Bookful Blockhead, Ignorantly Read With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head.

The Hog That Ploughs Not, Not Obeys Thy Call, Lives On The Labours Of This Lord Of All.

A Perfect Woman's But A Softer Man.

And Hence One Master-passion In The Breast, Like Aaron's Serpent, Swallows Up The Rest.