I Am Not In The Giving Vein

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.

When We Mean To Build, We First Survey The Plot, Then Draw The Model; And When We See The Figure Of The House, Then Must We Rate The Cost Of The Erection.

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?

I'll Read Enough When I Do See The Very Book Indeed Where All My Sins Are Writ, And That's Myself.