And Those Who Saw, It Did Surprise,

As Falls The Dew On Quenchless Sands, Blood Only Serves To Wash Ambition's Hands.

In Hope To Merit Heaven By Making Earth A Hell.

The Great Object Of Life Is Sensation - To Feel That We Exist - Even Though In Pain - It Is This "craving Void" Which Drives Us To Gaming - To Battle - To Travel - To Intemperate But Keenly Felt Pursuits Of Every Description Whose Principal Attraction Is The Agitation Inseparable From Their Accomplishment.

Whatsoever Thy Birth, Thou Wert A Beautiful Thought, And Softly Bodied Forth.

A Woman Should Never Be Seen Eating Or Drinking, Unless It Be Lobster Salad And Champagne, The Only True Feminine And Becoming Viands.