Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.

Discover The Opinion Of Your Enemies, Which Is Commonly The Truest; For They Will Give You No Quarter, And Allow Nothing To Complaisance.

Love Reckons Hours For Months, And Days For Years; And Every Little Absence Is An Age.

When I Consider Life, It Is All A Cheat. Yet Fooled With Hope, People Favor This Deceit.

There Is A Pleasure In Being Mad, Which None But Madmen Know.

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!