I Am Always Of The Opinion With

Nothing But You Can Lay Hold Of My Mind, And That Can Lay Hold Of Nothing But You.

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

Defer Not Till To-morrow To Be Wise, To-morrow's Sun To Thee May Never Rise; Or Should To-morrow Chance To Cheer Thy Sight With Her Enlivening And Unlook'd For Light, How Grateful Will Appear Her Dawning Rays! As Favours Unexpected Doubly Please.

Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.