Trample Not On The Ruins Of A

Separate From The Pleasure Of Your Company, I Don't Much Care If I Never See Another Mountain In My Life.

Pain Is Life - The Sharper, The More Evidence Of Life.

You Do Not Play Then At Whist, Sir? Alas, What A Sad Old Age You Are Preparing For Yourself!

I Can Scarce Bring Myself To Believe, That I Am Admitted To A Familiar Correspondence, And All The License Of Friendship, With A Man Who Writes Blank Verse Like Milton.

The Measure Of Choosing Well, Is, Whether A Man Likes And Finds Good In What He Has Chosen.