That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is

Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters Please.

No Friend To Love Like A Long Voyage At Sea.

'twas But A Dream, Yet By My Heart I Knew, Which Still Was Panting, Part Of It Was True: Oh How I Strove The Rest To Have Believed; Ashamed And Angry To Be Undeceived!

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.

As Love Is The Most Noble And Divine Passion Of The Soul, So Is It That To Which We May Justly Attribute All The Real Satisfactions Of Life, And Without It, Man Is Unfinished, And Unhappy.