Land Of Lost Gods And Godlike Men.

Of Religion I Know Nothing -- At Least, In Its Favor.

Self Praise Is No Praise At All.

But Quiet To Quick Bosoms Is A Hell.

On With The Dance! Let Joy Be Unconfin'd No Sleep Till Morn, When Youth And Pleasure Meet To Chase The Glowing Hours With Flying Feet

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.