Each Moment Of A Happy Lover's Hour

'twas But A Dream, Yet By My Heart I Knew, Which Still Was Panting, Part Of It Was True: Oh How I Strove The Rest To Have Believed; Ashamed And Angry To Be Undeceived!

Affectation Hath Always Had A Greater Share Both In The Action And Discourse Of Men Than Truth And Judgment Have.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality

No Friend To Love Like A Long Voyage At Sea.

Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.