You Look Wise, Pray Correct That Error.

My Theory Is To Enjoy Life, But My Practice Is Against It.

Ay, Down To The Dust With Them, Slaves As They Are! From This Hour Let The Blood In Their Dastardly Veins, That Shrunk At The First Touch Of Liberty's War, Be Wasted For Tyrants, Or Stagnate In Chains.

To Sigh, Yet Feel No Pain; To Weep, Yet Scarce Know Why; To Sport An Hour With Beauty's Chain, Then Throw It Idly By.

The Light That Lies In Woman's Eyes.

I Always Arrive Late At The Office, But I Make Up For It By Leaving Early.