Not If I Know Myself

Cultivate Simplicity, Coleridge.

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

The Beggar Wears All Colors Fearing None.

We Love To Chew The Cud Of A Foregone Vision; To Collect The Scattered Rays Of A Brighter Phantasm, Or Act Over Again, With Firmer Nerves, The Sadder Nocturnal Tragedies.

Boys Are Capital Fellows In Their Own Way, Among Their Mates; But They Are Unwholesome Companions For Grown People.