Each Moment Of A Happy Lover's Hour

Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When It Ceases To Be A Secret.

All I Ask, Is The Privilege For My Masculine Part The Poet In Me.... If I Must Not, Because Of My Sex, Have This Freedom... I Lay Down My Quill And You Shall Hear No More Of Me.

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.

Where There Is No Novelty, There Can Be No Curiosity.

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