May My Last Breath Be

We Encourage One Another In Mediocrity.

The Drinking Man Is Never Less Himself Than During His Sober Intervals.

When Twilight Dews Are Falling Soft Upon The Rosy Sea, Love, I Watch The Star Whose Beam So Oft Has Lighted Me To Thee, Love.

While Childhood, And While Dreams, Producing Childhood, Shall Be Left, Imagination Shall Not Have Spread Her Holy Wings Totally To Fly The Earth.

To Be Sick Is To Enjoy Monarchical Prerogatives.