No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.

There Is A Strength In The Even Of Very Sorry Men

Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature.

I'm Not A Bath Man Myself. More Of A Cologne Man.

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.