And When Thou Art Weary I'll Find

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy For Ever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness; But Still Will Keep A Bower Quiet For Us, And A Sleep Full Of Sweet Dreams, And Health, And Quiet Breathing.

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

His Religion At Best Is An Anxious Wish,-like That Of Rabelais, A Great Perhaps.

Give Me Women, Wine And Snuff Until I Cry Out 'hold, Enough!' You May Do So San Objection Till The Day Of Resurrection; For Bless My Beard Then Aye Shall Be My Beloved Trinity.