I Love The Language, It Sounds As

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

The Heart Ran O'er With Silent Worship Of The Great Of Old!-- The Dead, But Sceptred Sovereigns, Who Still Rule Our Spirits From Their Urns.

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!