The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are

The Grecian Ladies Counted Their Age From Their Marriage, Not Their Birth.

There Is The Heat Of Love, The Pulsing Rush Of Longing, The Lover’s Whisper, Irresistible—magic To Make The Sanest Man Go Mad.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

The Difficulty Is Not So Great To Die For A Friend, As To Find A Friend Worth Dying For.