Though The Day Of My Destiny 's

The Drying Up A Single Tear Has More, Of Honest Fame, Than Shedding Seas Of Gore.

Just As Old Age Is Creeping On Space, And Clouds Come O'er The Sunset Of Our Day, They Kindly Leave Us, Though Not Quite Alone, But In Good Company--the Gout Or Stone.

Shelley Is Truth Itself And Honour Itself Notwithstanding His Out-of-the-way Notions About Religion.

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

Let Us Have Wine And Women, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After.