Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

Men's Eyes Were Made To Look, And Let Them Gaze. I Will Not Budge For No Man's Pleasure.

The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though It Hath Slept.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most?

Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.