We Bear Our Shades About Us; Self-deprived

Lived In His Saddle, Loved The Chase, The Course, And Always, Ere He Mounted, Kiss'd His Horse.

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest.

[my Kitten] Is Dressed In A Tortoise-shell Suit, And I Know You Will Delight In Her.

Folly Ends Where Genuine Hope Begins.

I Crown Thee King Of Intimate Delights, Fire-side Enjoyments, Home-born Happiness, And All The Comforts That The Lowly Roof Of Undisturb'd Retirement, And The Hours Of Long Uninterrupted Ev'ning, Know.