I Only Know We Loved

A Man Of Eighty Has Outlived Probably Three New Schools Of Painting, Two Of Architecture And Poetry And A Hundred In Dress.

He Was A Man Of His Times. With One Virtue And A Thousand Crimes. (the Corsair)

The World Is A Bundle Of Hay, Mankind Are The Asses That Pull, Each Tugs In A Different Way And The Greatest Of All Is John Bull!

The Poor Dog, In Life The Firmest Friend. The First To Welcome, Foremost To Defend.

The Keenest Pangs The Wretched Find Are Rapture To The Dreary Void, The Leafless Desert Of The Mind, The Waste Of Feelings Unemployed.