The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In

Calumnies Are Answered Best With Silence.

How Fortune Piles Her Sports When She Begins To Practise Them!

Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes, And I Will Pledge With Mine; Or Leave A Kiss But In The Cup And I'll Not Look For Wine.

I Perceive Affection Makes A Fool Of Any Man Too Much The Father.

Chance Will Not Do The Work. Chance Sends The Breeze; But If The Pilot Slumber At The Helm, The Very Wind That Wafts Us Tow'rds The Port May Dash Us On The Shoals. The Steersman's Part Is Vigilance, Or Blow It Rough Or Smooth.