Broke Is A Temporary Condition,

For Each Believes His Glimm'ering Lamp To Be The Gorgeous Light Of Day.

Travellers, Like Poets, Are Mostly An Angry Race: By Falling Into A Daily Fit Of Passion, I Proved To The Governor And His Son, Who Were Profuse In Their Attentions, That I Was In Earnest.

Friends Of My Youth, A Last Adieu! Haply Some Day We Meet Again; Yet Ne'er The Self-same Men Shall Meet; The Years Shall Make Us Other Men.

[shahrazad] Had Perused The Books, Annals And Legends Of Preceding Kings, And The Stories, Examples And Instances Of By Gone Men And Things; Indeed It Was Said That She Had Collected A Thousand Books Of Histories Relating To Antique Races And Departed Rulers. She Had Perused The Works Of The Poets And Knew Them By Heart; She Had Studied Philosophy And The Sciences, Arts And Accomplishments; And She Was Pleasant And Polite, Wise And Witty, Well Read And Well Bred.

The Men Were Wild As Ourang-outans, And The Women Fit Only To Flog Cattle.