No Friend To Love Like A Long

Nothing Is More Capable Of Troubling Our Reason, And Consuming Our Health, Than Secret Notions Of Jealousy In Solitude.

All I Ask, Is The Privilege For My Masculine Part The Poet In Me.... If I Must Not, Because Of My Sex, Have This Freedom... I Lay Down My Quill And You Shall Hear No More Of Me.

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.

No Friend To Love Like A Long Voyage At Sea.

You May Make Love In Dancing As Well As Sitting.