My Heavens! I've Been Talking Prose For

Stay Awhile That We May Make An End The Sooner.

If You Suppress Grief Too Much, It Can Well Redouble.

Love Is A Great Master. It Teaches Us To Be What We Never Were.

I Have The Fault Of Being A Little More Sincere Than Is Proper.

There Is No Reward So Delightful, No Pleasure So Exquisite, As Having One's Work Known And Acclaimed By Those Whose Applause Confers Honor.