For Hope Is Always Born At The

Thank You For Nothing.

I Know Well Enough That There Have Been Dogs So Loving That They Have Thrown Themselves Into The Same Grave With The Dead Bodies Of Their Masters.

The Foolish Sayings Of The Rich Pass For Wise Saws In Society.

Lovers Are Commonly Industrious To Make Themselves Uneasy.

I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has Bred Contempt.