The Presence Of A King

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

Thrift, Thrift, Horatio! The Funeral Bak'd Meats Did Coldly Furnish Forth The Marriage Tables.

I Have Not Slept One Wink.

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.

When He Is Best, He Is A Little Worse Than A Man; And When He Is Worst, He Is Little Better Than A Beast.