Do Thou Snatch Treasures From My Lips,

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

If It Is Abuse, - Why One Is Always Sure To Hear Of It From One Damned Goodnatured Friend Or Another!

That Old Man Dies Prematurely Whose Memory Records No Benefits Conferred. They Only Have Lived Long Who Have Lived Virtuously.

We Will Not Anticipate The Past; So Mind, Young People,-our Retrospection Will Be All To The Future.

I Leave My Character Behind Me.