Women In London Are Like The Rich

'twas But A Dream, Yet By My Heart I Knew, Which Still Was Panting, Part Of It Was True: Oh How I Strove The Rest To Have Believed; Ashamed And Angry To Be Undeceived!

Fantastic Fortune Thou Deceitful Light, That Cheats The Weary Traveler By Night, Though On A Precipice Each Step You Tread, I Am Resolved To Follow Where You Lead.

Where There Is No Novelty, There Can Be No Curiosity.

Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.