Life Is Too Short For Chess.

The Castled Crag Of Drachenfels, Frowns O'er The Wide And Winding Rhine, Whose Breast Of Waters Broadly Swells Between The Banks Which Bear The Vine, And Hills All Rich With Blossom'd Trees, And Fields Which Promise Corn And Wine, And Scatter'd Cities Crowning These, Whose Far White Walls Along Them Shine.

I Die But First I Have Possessed, And Come What May, I Have Been Blessed.

Romances Paint At Full Length People's Wooing. But Only Give A Bust Of Marriages.

The Devil Hath Not, In All His Quiver's Choice, An Arrow For The Heart Like A Sweet Voice.

I've Seen Your Stormy Seas And Stormy Women, And Pity Lovers Rather More Than Seamen.