To Love Is The Half Of To

"animals Are Happy," Said The Queen. "they Run No Risk Of Going To Hell." "they Are There Already," Replied Josiana.

A Queen, Devoid Of Beauty Is Not Queen; She Needs The Royalty Of Beauty's Mien.

I'd Rather Be Hissed At For A Good Verse, Than Applauded For A Bad One.

Almost All Our Desires, When Examined, Contain Something Too Shameful To Reveal.

For, To Make Deserts, God, Who Rules Mankind, Begins With Kings, And Ends The Work By Wind.