Youth Smiles Without Any Reason. It Is

Poetry Is Thoughts That Breathe, And Words That Burn.

Scatter Plenty O'er A Smiling Land.

Now As The Paradisiacal Pleasures Of The Mahometans Consist In Playing Upon The Flute And Lying With Houris, Be Mine To Read Eternal New Romances Of Marivaux And Crebillon.

Hell Is Full Of Good Intentions.

Ah, Tell Them They Are Men!