I Would By No Means Wish A

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

I'm Called Away By Particular Business - But I Leave My Character Behind Me

O Lord, Sir - When A Heroine Goes Mad She Always Goes Into White Satin.

Ay, Ay, The Best Terms Will Grow Obsolete: Damns Have Had Their Day.

A Life Spent Worthily Should Be Measured By A Nobler Line,-by Deeds, Not Years.