And Wrinkles, The Damned Democrats, Won't Flatter.

A Celebrity Is One Who Is Known To Many Persons He Is Glad He Doesn't Know.

Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It, Stands Absurdly Too High And Will Go Down.

What Should I Have Known Or Written Had I Been A Quiet, Mercantile Politician Or A Lord In Waiting? A Man Must Travel, And Turmoil, Or There Is No Existence.

The Music, And The Banquet, And The Wine-- The Garlands, The Rose Odors, And The Flowers, The Sparkling Eyes, And Flashing Ornaments-- The White Arms And The Raven Hair--the Braids, And Bracelets; Swan-like Bosoms, And The Necklace, An India In Itself, Yet Dazzling Not.

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.