325. Why is a man who makes a wager of a cent, like a person recovering from illness?
326. Why is an unpaid bill like the moisture in the morning?
327. Why is a sanguinary epistle like a surgeon?
328.
Ere from the east arose the lamp of day,
Or Cynthia gilt the night with paler ray—
Ere earth was form’d, or ocean knew its place,
Long, long anterior to the human race
I did exist. In chaos I was found,