Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.

You May Make Love In Dancing As Well As Sitting.

Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters Please.

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

Where There Is No Novelty, There Can Be No Curiosity.