Each Moment Of A Happy

You May Make Love In Dancing As Well As Sitting.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

Nothing Is More Capable Of Troubling Our Reason, And Consuming Our Health, Than Secret Notions Of Jealousy In Solitude.

No Friend To Love Like A Long Voyage At Sea.

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.