Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can

You May Make Love In Dancing As Well As Sitting.

As Love Is The Most Noble And Divine Passion Of The Soul, So Is It That To Which We May Justly Attribute All The Real Satisfactions Of Life, And Without It, Man Is Unfinished, And Unhappy.

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.

That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is Nowhere To Be Found But In Retreat, A Faithful Friend And A Good Library.

No Friend To Love Like A Long Voyage At Sea.