Jasmine Is Sweet, And Has

My Brain Is Dull, My Sight Is Foul, I Cannot Write A Verse, Or Read-- Then, Pallas, Take Away Thine Owl, And Let Us Have A Lark Instead.

It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 'tis Little Joy To Know I'm Further Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

Oh, If It Be To Choose And Call Thee Mine, Love, Thou Art Every Day My Valentine!

Coquetry Is The Champagne Of Love.