Heaven Gives Its Favourites-early Death.

Tis The Perception Of The Beautiful, A Fine Extension Of The Faculties, Platonic, Universal, Wonderful, Drawn From The Stars, And Filtered Through The Skies, Without Which Life Would Be Extremely Dull

Marriage, From Love, Like Vinegar From Wine-- A Sad, Sour Sober Beverage--by Time Is Sharpened From Its High Celestial Flavor Down To A Very Homely Household Savor.

There Are Some Feelings Time Cannot Benumb, Nor Torture Shake.

Champagne With Its Foaming Whirls/as White As Cleopatra's Pearls.

I Have A Notion That Gamblers Are As Happy As Most People - Being Always Excited.