Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

I Am Never Merry When I Hear Sweet Music.

Behold The Threaden Sails, Borne With The Invisible And Creeping Wind, Draw The Huge Bottoms Through The Furrow'd Sea, Breasting The Lofty Surge

Time, That Takes Survey Of All The World, Must Have A Stop.

As Chaste As Is The Bud Ere It Be Blown.

Literature Is A Comprehensive Essence Of The Intellectual Life Of A Nation.