Women In London Are Like The Rich

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.

I Value Fame As Much As If I Had Been Born A Hero.

As Love Is The Most Noble And Divine Passion Of The Soul, So Is It That To Which We May Justly Attribute All The Real Satisfactions Of Life, And Without It, Man Is Unfinished, And Unhappy.

Each Moment Of A Happy Lover's Hour Is Worth An Age Of Dull And Common Life.

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.