Until Death It Is All Life.

Blessings On Him, Who Invented Sleep.

A Blot In Thy Escutcheon To All Futurity.

Everything Disturbs An Absent Lover.

There's No Sauce In The World Like Hunger.

I Follow A More Easy, And, In My Opinion, A Wiser Course, Namely--to Inveigh Against The Levity Of The Female Sex, Their Fickleness, Their Double-dealing, Their Rotten Promises, Their Broken Faith, And, Finally, Their Want Of Judgment In Bestowing Their Affections.