Oh Stay! Oh Stay! Joy So Seldom

Credulity Is The Man's Weakness, But The Child's Strength.

Anything Awful Makes Me Laugh. I Misbehaved Once At A Funeral.

Beholding Heaven, And Feeling Hell.

There Is Absolutely No Such Thing As Reading But By A Candle. We Have Tried The Affectation Of A Book At Noon-day In Gardens, And In Sultry Arbours, But It Was Labor Thrown Away. Those Gay Motes In The Beam Come About You, Hovering And Teasing, Like So Many Coquets, That Will Have You All To Their Self, And Are Jealous Of Your Abstractions. By The Midnight Taper, The Writers Digests His Meditations. By The Same Light We Must Approach To Their Perusal, If We Would Catch The Flame, The Odour.

For Thy Sake, Tobacco, I Would Do Anything But Die.