The Devil Was The First Democrat

For Pleasures Past I Do Not Grieve, Nor Perils Gathering Near; My Greatest Grief Is That I Leave Nothing That Claims A Tear.

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.

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

We Are All Selfish And I No More Trust Myself Than Others With A Good Motive.

In Itself A Thought, A Slumbering Thought Is Capable Of Years; And Curdles A Long Life Into One Hour.