Beauty Lives With Kindness.

He Is Not Great Who Is Not Greatly Good.

The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

No Metal Can--no, Not The Hangman's Axe--bear Half The Keenness Of Thy Sharp Envy.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.