He Prayeth Best Who Loveth Best.

Trochee Trips From Long To Short; From Long To Long In Solemn Sort Slow Spondee Stalks.

A Bitter And Perplexed "what Shall I Do?" Is Worse To Man Than Worse Necessity.

The Rules Of Prudence, Like The Laws Of The Stone Tables, Are For The Most Part Prohibitive. "thou Shalt Not" Is Their Characteristic Formula.

The Genius Of The Spanish People Is Exquisitely Subtle, Without Being At All Acute; Hence There Is So Much Humour And So Little Wit In Their Literature.

Ah Why Refuse The Blameless Bliss? Can Danger Lurk Within A Kiss?