I Should, Many A Good Day, Have

When Age Chills The Blood, When Our Pleasures Are Past - For Years Fleet Away With The Wings Of The Dove - The Dearest Remembrance Will Still Be The Last, Our Sweetest Memorial The First Kiss Of Love.

For The Night Shows Stars And Women In A Better Light.

Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

All Tragedies Are Finished By A Death, All Comedies Are Ended By A Marriage.

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me; I Have Not Flattered Its Rank Breath, Nor Bowed To Its Idolatries A Patient Knee, Nor Coined My Cheek To Smiles,-nor Cried Aloud In Worship Of An Echo.