Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today,

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

That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is Nowhere To Be Found But In Retreat, A Faithful Friend And A Good Library.

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

I Value Fame As Much As If I Had Been Born A Hero.

Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters Please.