A Timid Mind Is Apt To Mistake

Constancy... That Small Change Of Love, Which People Exact So Rigidly, Receive In Such Counterfeit Coin, And Repay In Baser Metal.

When People Say, "i've Told You Fifty Times," They Mean To Scold, And Very Often Do; When Poets Say, "i've Written Fifty Rhymes," They Make You Dread That They'll Recite Them Too; In Gangs Of Fifty, Thieves Commit Their Crimes; At Fifty Love For Love Is Rare, 't Is True, But Then, No Doubt, It Equally As True Is, A Good Deal May Be Bought For Fifty Louis.

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.

What's Drinking? A Mere Pause From Thinking!