Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad. As To That Regular, Uninterrupted Love Of Writing. I Do Not Understand It. I Feel It As A Torture, Which I Must Get Rid Of, But Never As A Pleasure. On The Contrary, I Think Composition A Great Pain.

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

And Life 's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.