Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment

O, This Life Is Nobler Than Attending For A Check, Richer Than Doing Nothing For A Robe, Prouder Than Rustling In Unpaid-for Silk: Such Pain The Cap Of Him That Makes Him Fine Yet Keeps His Book Uncrossed.

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.

A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As Frenzy Thoughts.

Words Spoken Can Not Be Recalled So Think Twice Before You Speak.