He Who Grown Aged In This World

Fill High The Cup With Samian Wine!

Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty's Bloom, On Thee Shall Press No Ponderous Tomb; But On Thy Turf Shall Roses Rear Their Leaves, The Earliest Of The Year.

I Would Rather Have A Nod From An American, Than A Snuff- Box From An Emperor.

I Cannot Help Thinking That The Menace Of Hell Makes As Many Devils As The Severe Penal Codes Of Inhuman Humanity Make Villains.

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