Bologna Is Celebrated For Producing

Divine In Hookas, Glorious In A Pipe When Tipp'd With Amber, Mellow, Rich, And Ripe;... Yet Thy True Lovers More Admire By Far Thy Naked Beauties - Give Me A Cigar!

Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

I Have Imbibed Such A Love For Money That I Keep Some Sequins In A Drawer To Count, And Cry Over Them Once A Week.

I Am About To Be Married, And Am Of Course In All The Misery Of A Man In Pursuit Of Happiness.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.