Like The Measles, Love Is Most Dangerous

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

Brisk Confidence Still Best With Woman Copes: Pique Her And Soothe In Turn-soon Passion Crowns Thy Hopes.

I Am Not Now That Which I Have Been.

I Am Never Long, Even In The Society Of Her I Love, Without Yearning For The Company Of My Lamp And My Library.

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.