I Am Always Of The

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.

Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed: At Leisure Married, They Repent In Haste.

O Fie, Miss, You Must Not Kiss And Tell.

If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When I See That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me.

Would Any Thing But A Madman Complain Of Uncertainty? Uncertainty And Expectation Are Joys Of Life; Security Is An Insipid Thing; And The Overtaking And Possessing Of A Wish Discovers The Folly Of The Chase.