Positively, The Best Thing A Man Can

To Sigh, Yet Feel No Pain; To Weep, Yet Scarce Know Why; To Sport An Hour With Beauty's Chain, Then Throw It Idly By.

Fly Not Yet; 't Is Just The Hour When Pleasure, Like The Midnight Flower That Scorns The Eye Of Vulgar Light, Begins To Bloom For Sons Of Night And Maids Who Love The Moon.

Philanthropy, Like Charity, Must Begin At Home.

Literature Is A Bad Crutch, But A Good Walking-stick.

I Never Knew An Enemy To Puns Who Was Not An Ill-natured Man.