Men Of England! Who Inheritrights

For There No Yew Nor Cypress Spread Their Glom But Roses Blossom'd Each Rustic Tomb.

The Soul Of Conversation Is Sympathy

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.

To Live In The Hearts Of Others Is Not To Die

An Original Something, Dear Maid, You Would Wish Me To Write; But How Shall I Begin? For I'm Sure I Have Not Original In Me, Excepting Original Sin.