Romances Paint At Full Length People's Wooing.

For Through The South The Custom Still Commands The Gentleman To Kiss The Lady's Hands.

Though Sages May Pour Out Their Wisdom's Treasure, There Is No Sterner Moralist Than Pleasure.

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me; I Have Not Flattered Its Rank Breath, Nor Bowed To Its Idolatries A Patient Knee, Nor Coined My Cheek To Smiles,-nor Cried Aloud In Worship Of An Echo.

Lord Of Himself; That Heritage Of Woe!

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