Whoever Heard A Man Of Fortune In

When We Risk No Contradiction, It Prompts The Tongue To Deal In Fiction.

What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes

Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In Silence Sleep!

I Cannot Raise My Worth Too High; Of What Vast Consequence Am I! "not Of The Importance You Suppose," Replies A Flea Upon His Nose; "be Humble, Learn Thyself To Scan; Know, Pride Was Never Made For Man.

But His Kiss Was So Sweet, And So Closely He Pressed, That I Languished And Pined Till I Granted The Rest.