Ah! Let Us Love, My Love, For

Man Is Born Barbarous--he Is Ransomed From The Condition Of Beasts Only By Being Cultivated.

True Greatness Is Sovereign Wisdom. We Are Never Deceived By Our Virtues.

Hence Life, As Through A Cloud, For Me I See Vanish, And To The Past's Dark Shade 'tis Chas'd; As A Grand Image Love Remains To Me-- Sole Remnant Of A Dream, By Morn Effac'd.

It Is The Qualities Of The Heart, Not Those Of The Face, That Should Attract Us In Women, Because The Former Are Durable, The Latter Transitory. So Lovable Women, Like Roses, Retain Their Sweetness Long After They Have Lost Their Beauty.

Sad Is His Lot, Who, Once At Least In His Life, Has Not Been A Poet.