Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.

'twas But A Dream, Yet By My Heart I Knew, Which Still Was Panting, Part Of It Was True: Oh How I Strove The Rest To Have Believed; Ashamed And Angry To Be Undeceived!

Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When It Ceases To Be A Secret.

Where There Is No Novelty, There Can Be No Curiosity.

Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.