My Turn Of Mind Is So Given

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.

Keep Thy Smooth Words And Juggling Homilies For Those Who Know Thee Not.

I Think The Worst Woman That Ever Existed Would Have Made A Man Of Very Passable Reputation -- They Are All Better Than Us And Their Faults Such As They Are Must Originate With Ourselves.

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad.

Such Is Your Cold Coquette, Who Can't Say "no," And Won't Say "yes," And Keeps You On And Off-ing On A Lee-shore, Till It Begins To Blow, Then Sees Your Heart Wreck'd, With An Inward Scoffing.