Long Pains, With Use Of

Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The Brave Deserves The Fair.

So Poetry, Which Is In Oxford Made An Art, In London Only Is A Trade.

Not To Ask Is Not Be Denied.

If By The People You Understand The Multitude, The Hoi Polloi, 'tis No Matter What They Think; They Are Sometimes In The Right, Sometimes In The Wrong; Their Judgment Is A Mere Lottery.

There Is A Pleasure In Being Mad, Which None But Madmen Know.