O, She's Warm! If This Be Magic,

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

Youth Is Full Of Sport, Age's Breath Is Short; Youth Is Nimble, Age Is Lame; Youth Is Hot And Bold, Age Is Weak And Cold; Youth Is Wild, And Age Is Tame.

Canst Thou, O Partial Sleep, Give Thy Repose To The Wet Sea-boy In An Hour So Rude, And In The Calmest And Most Stillest Night, With All Appliances And Means To Boot, Deny It To A King?

I Fill Up A Place, Which May Be Better... When I Have Made It Empty.

Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till Used.