Come Away; Poverty's Catching.

Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.

Come Away; Poverty's Catching.

All I Ask, Is The Privilege For My Masculine Part The Poet In Me.... If I Must Not, Because Of My Sex, Have This Freedom... I Lay Down My Quill And You Shall Hear No More Of Me.

No Friend To Love Like A Long Voyage At Sea.

Each Moment Of A Happy Lover's Hour Is Worth An Age Of Dull And Common Life.