Come Away; Poverty's Catching.

No Friend To Love Like A Long Voyage At Sea.

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.

Nothing Is More Capable Of Troubling Our Reason, And Consuming Our Health, Than Secret Notions Of Jealousy In Solitude.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality

Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.