One Of The Pleasures Of

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

I Slept And Dreamt That Life Was Beauty; I Woke And Found That Life Was Duty.

Now What I Love In Women Is, They Won't Or Can't Do Otherwise Than Lie, But Do It. So Well, The Very Truth Seems Falsehood To It.

This Man Is Freed From Servile Bands, Of Hope To Rise, Or Fear To Fall; Lord Of Himself, Though Not Of Lands, And Leaving Nothing, Yet Hath All.

Ah, Happy Years! Once More Who Would Not Be A Boy?