Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality

Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters Please.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.

All I Ask, Is The Privilege For My Masculine Part The Poet In Me.... If I Must Not, Because Of My Sex, Have This Freedom... I Lay Down My Quill And You Shall Hear No More Of Me.