Eat, Drink And Love...the Rest Is Not

Friendship May, And Often Does, Grow Into Love, But Love Never Subsides Into Friendship.

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give Like That It Takes Away.

If We Must Have A Tyrant, Let Him At Least Be A Gentleman Who Has Been Bred To The Business, And Let Us Fall By The Axe And Not By The Butcher's Cleaver.

The Music, And The Banquet, And The Wine-- The Garlands, The Rose Odors, And The Flowers, The Sparkling Eyes, And Flashing Ornaments-- The White Arms And The Raven Hair--the Braids, And Bracelets; Swan-like Bosoms, And The Necklace, An India In Itself, Yet Dazzling Not.

And If I Laugh At Any Mortal Thing, 'tis That I May Not Weep.