No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It

If This Be Not Love, It Is Madness, And Then It Is Pardonable.

Come, Come, Leave Business To Idlers, And Wisdom To Fools: They Have Need Of 'em: Wit Be My Faculty, And Pleasure My Occupation, And Let Father Time Shake His Glass.

Women Like Flames Have A Destroying Power; Never To Be Quenched Till They Themselves Devour.

If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When I See That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me.

There Are Times When Sense May Be Unseasonable, As Well As Truth.