He Best Can Paint Them Who Shall

Wit Is The Lowest Form Of Humor.

Horses (thou Say'st) And Asses Men May Try, And Ring Suspected Vessels Ere They Buy; But Wives, A Random Choice, Untried They Take; They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake; Then, Nor Till Then, The Veil's Removed Away, And All The Woman Glares In Open Day.

Lo, What Huge Heaps Of Littleness Around!

A Family Is But Too Often A Commonwealth Of Malignants.

Nothing Is More Certain Than Much Of The Force; As Well As Grace, Of Arguments Or Instructions Depends Their Conciseness.