Sometimes I Wish I'd Been An Englishman;

I Hope I Haven't Given You The Impression That I Consider Kissing Intrinsically Irrational.

That However The Brains And Abilities Of Men May Differ, Their Stomachs Are Essentially The Same.

Tireless Passion, Fierce Jealousy, Longing To Possess And Crush-these Alone Were Left Of All His Love For Rosalind; These Remained To Him As Payment For The Loss Of His Youth-bitter Calomel Under The Thin Sugar Of Love's Exaltation.

I'm A Slave To My Emotions, To My Likes, To My Hatred Of Boredom, To Most Of My Desires

At Fifteen You Had The Radiance Of Early Morning, At Twenty You Will Begin To Have The Melancholy Brilliance Of The Moon.