I Must Have Women - There Is

Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.

Fair Words Cost Nothing.

Follow Love And It Will Flee, Flee Love And It Will Follow Thee.

Variety's The Source Of Joy Below, From Whence Still Fresh-revolving Pleasures Flow, In Books And Love The Mind One End Pursues, And Only Change The Expiring Flames Renews.

Were I Laid On Greenland's Coast, And In My Arms Embrac'd My Lass; Warm Amidst Eternal Frost, Too Soon The Half Year's Night Would Pass.