Frienship Is Eros...without Wings

Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale In Barrels.

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.

And What Is Writ Is Writ - / Would It Were Worthier!

Divine In Hookas, Glorious In A Pipe When Tipp'd With Amber, Mellow, Rich, And Ripe;... Yet Thy True Lovers More Admire By Far Thy Naked Beauties - Give Me A Cigar!

I Hate All Pain, Given Or Received; We Have Enough Within Us The Meanest Vassal As The Loftiest Monarch, Not To Add To Each Other's Natural Burden Of Mortal Misery.