Lawyers, I Suppose, Were Children

In The Indications Of Female Poverty There Can Be No Disguise. No Woman Dresses Below Herself From Caprice.

A Poor Relation—is The Most Irrelevant Thing In Nature.

We Grow Gray In Our Spirit Long Before We Grow Gray In Our Hair.

The True Poet Dreams Being Awake.

From A Poor Man, Poor In Time, I Was Suddenly Lifted Up Into A Vast Revenue; I Could See No End Of My Possessions; I Wanted Some Steward, Or Judicious Bailiff, To Manage My Estates In Time For Me.