Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

And Doubt And Discord Step 'twixt Thine And Thee.

But I Hate Things All Fiction... There Should Always Be Some Foundation Of Fact For The Most Airy Fabric - And Pure Invention Is But The Talent Of A Liar.

Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did Not Show It, For Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

Self Praise Is No Praise At All.