I Do Not Often Laugh, Sir, As

When You Compare The Sorrows Of Real Life To The Pleasures Of The Imaginary One, You Will Never Want To Live Again, Only To Dream Forever.

The Hungry Men Were Seen, Followed By Their Valets, Roaming The Quais And Guards' Quarters; Gleaning From Their Outside Friends All The Dinners They Could Find; For, According To Aramis, In Prosperity One Should Sow Meals Right And Left, In Order To Harvest Some In Adversity.

On What Slender Threads Do Life And Fortune Hang.

Through The Ingenuousness Of Her Age Beamed An Ardent Mind, A Mind Not Of The Women But Of The Poet; She Did Not Please, She Intoxicated.

The Air In Provence Is Impregnated With The Aroma Of Garlic, Which Makes It Very Healthful To Breathe.