I Must Have Women - There Is

What Will Not Luxury Taste? Earth, Sea, And Air, Are Daily Ransack'd For The Bill Of Fare. Blood Stuffed In Skins Is British Christians' Food, And France Robs Marshes Of The Croaking Brood.

The Sun Was Set; The Night Came On Apace, And Falling Dews Bewet Around The Place; The Bat Takes Airy Rounds On Leathern Wings, And The Hoarse Owl His Woeful Dirges Sings.

[gulliver Was Soon Being Read] "from The Cabinet Council To The Nursery".

I Must Have Women - There Is Nothing Unbends The Mind Like Them.

Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth To Light.