Sleep Hath Its Own World,

Then Rose From Sea To Sky The Wild Farewell Then Shriek'd The Timid, And Stood Still The Brave, Then Some Leap'd Overboard With Fearful Yell, As Eager To Anticipate Their Grave.

Life Is Too Short For Chess.

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.

Few Things Surpass Old Wine; And They May Preach Who Please, The More Because They Preach In Vain

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.