A Kiss Is A Rosy Dot Over

I Planted My Self In The Middle Of A Great Many Glasses Full Of Dew, Tied Fast About Me, Upon Which The Sun So Violently Darted His Rays, That The Heat, Which Attracted Them, As It Does The Thickest Clouds, Carried Me Up So High, That At Length I Found My Self Above The Middle Region Of The Air.

A Large Nose Is The Mark Of A Witty, Courteous, Affable, Generous And Liberal Man.

Prometheus Heretofore Went Up To Heaven, And Stole Fire From Thence. Have Not I As Much Boldness As He?

Luckless Is The Country In Which The Symbols Of Procreation Are The Objects Of Shame, While The Agents Of Destruction Are Honored! And Yet You Call That Member Your Pudendum, Or Shameful Part, As If There Were Anything More Glorious Than Creating Life, Or Anything More Atrocious Than Taking It Away.

My Life's Work Has Been To Prompt Others And Be Forgotten. Remember That Night When Christian Came To Your Balcony? That Moment Sums Up My Life. While I Was Below In The Shadows, Others Climbed Up To Kiss The Sweet Rose.