Ay, Rail At Gaming -

I Am Rich Beyond The Dreams Of Avarice.

'tis Now The Summer Of Your Youth: Time Has Not Cropped The Roses From Your Cheek, Though Sorrow Long Has Washed Them.

The Hours I Spend With You I Look Upon As Sort Of A Perfumed Garden, A Dim Twilight, And A Fountain Singing To It. You And You Alone Make Me Feel That I Am Alive. Other Men It Is Said Have Seen Angels, But I Have Seen Thee And Thou Art Enough.

Faith Goes Out Through The Window When Beauty Comes In At The Door.

If I Am Asked 'what Is Good?' My Answer Is That Good Is Good, And That Is The End Of The Matter.