The Last Taste Of Sweets Is Sweetest

And When Love Speaks, The Voice Of All The Gods Makes Heaven Drowsy With The Harmony.

Is Man No More Than This? Consider Him Well. Thou Ow'st The Worm No Silk, The Beast No Hide, The Sheep No Wool, The Cat No Perfume. Here's Three On's Are Sophisticated. Thou Art The Thing Itself; Unaccommodated Man Is No More Than Such A Poor, Bare, Forked Animal As Thou Art.

There Is No Such Sport As Sport By Sport O'erthrown.

The Weight Of This Sad Time We Must Obey, Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say. The Oldest Hath Borne Most: We That Are Young Shall Never See So Much, Nor Live So Long.

Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.