The English Winter - Ending In July

Pure Friendship's Well-feigned Blush.

I Have A Notion That Gamblers Are As Happy As Most People - Being Always Excited.

O Fame! If I Ever Took Delight In Thy Praises, Twas Less For The Sake Of Thy High-sounding Phrases, Than To See The Bright Eyes Of The Dear One Discover The Thought That I Was Not Unworthy To Love Her.

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!

A Pretty Woman Is A Welcome Guest.