Nothing Is More Capable Of Troubling Our

Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When It Ceases To Be A Secret.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

No Friend To Love Like A Long Voyage At Sea.

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.

Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.