O Have A Care Of Natures That

She Whom I Love Is Hard To Catch And Conquer, Hard, But O The Glory Of The Winning Were She Won!

On A Starred Night Prince Lucifer Uprose, Tired Of His Dark Dominion Swung The Fiend . . . He Reached A Middle Height, And At The Stars, Which Are The Brain Of Heaven, He Looked, And Sank. Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

The Season Of Love Is The Carnival Of Egoism And It Brings A Touchstone To Our Natures.

Possession Without Obligation To The Object Possessed Approaches Felicity.