Frienship Is Eros...without Wings

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

The Mellow Autumn Came, And With It Came The Promised Party, To Enjoy Its Sweets. The Corn Is Cut, The Manor Full Of Game; The Pointer Ranges, And The Sportsman Beats In Russet Jacket;--lynx-like Is His Aim; Full Grows His Bag, And Wonderful His Feats. An, Nutbrown Partridges! An, Brilliant Pheasants! And Ah, Ye Poachers!--'tis No Sport For Peasants.

A Legal Broom's A Moral Chimney-sweeper, And That's The Reason He Himself's So Dirty

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.