I Always Arrive Late At

I Know That A Sweet Child Is The Sweetest Thing In Nature?but The Prettier The Kind Of A Thing Is, The More Desirable It Is That It Should Be Pretty Of Its Kind.

There Are Like To Be Short Graces Where The Devil Plays Host.

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

Fly Not Yet; 't Is Just The Hour When Pleasure, Like The Midnight Flower That Scorns The Eye Of Vulgar Light, Begins To Bloom For Sons Of Night And Maids Who Love The Moon.

Oh Call It By Some Better Name, For Friendship Sounds Too Cold.