The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.

But Every Fool Describes, In These Bright Days, His Wondrous Journey To Some Foreign Court, And Spawns His Quarto, And Demands Your Praise,-- Death To His Publisher, To Him 'tis Sport.

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

What Is The Worst Of Woes That Wait On Age? What Stamps The Wrinkle Deeper On The Brow? To View Each Loved One Blotted From Life's Page, And Be Alone On Earth, As I Am Now.

Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were.