Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters

'twas But A Dream, Yet By My Heart I Knew, Which Still Was Panting, Part Of It Was True: Oh How I Strove The Rest To Have Believed; Ashamed And Angry To Be Undeceived!

Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When It Ceases To Be A Secret.

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.

Fantastic Fortune Thou Deceitful Light, That Cheats The Weary Traveler By Night, Though On A Precipice Each Step You Tread, I Am Resolved To Follow Where You Lead.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality