And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

There Is A World Elsewhere.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

That Which In Mean Men We Entitle Patience Is Pale Cold Cowardice In Noble Breasts.