Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today,

As Love Is The Most Noble And Divine Passion Of The Soul, So Is It That To Which We May Justly Attribute All The Real Satisfactions Of Life, And Without It, Man Is Unfinished, And Unhappy.

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.

Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.