I Learned To Love Despair.

That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are Song, The Poetry Of Speech.

Fill High The Cup With Samian Wine!

Let No Man Grumble When His Friends Fall Off, As They Will Do Like Leaves At The First Breeze; When Your Affairs Come Round, One Way Or T'other, Go To The Coffee House, And Take Another.

No More We Meet In Yonder Bowers Absence Has Made Me Prone To Roving; But Older, Firmer Hearts Than Ours, Have Found Monotony In Loving.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.