He Watched And Wept And Prayed And

A Mind Too Vigorous And Active, Serves Only To Consume The Body To Which It Is Joined.

The First Blow Is Half The Battle.

I Hate The French Because They Are All Slaves And Wear Wooden Shoes.

Our Pleasures Are Short, And Can Only Charm At Intervals; Love Is A Method Of Protraction Our Greatest Pleasure.

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.