Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A

Every Why Has A Wherefore.

Taffeta Phrases, Silken Terms Precise, Three-piled Hyperboles, Spruce Affection, Figures Pedantical--these Summer Flies Have Blown Me Full Of Maggot Ostentation.

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!

Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till The Tree Die!

O, When She's Angry, She Is Keen And Shrewd! She Was A Vixen When She Went To School; And Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce.