The True Poet Dreams Being

Pain Is Life - The Sharper, The More Evidence Of Life.

When True Hearts Lie Wither'd And Fond Ones Are Flown, Oh, Who Would Inhabit This Bleak World Alone?

My Only Books Were Woman's Looks,- And Folly 's All They 've Taught Me.

Oh Stay! Oh Stay! Joy So Seldom Weaves A Chain Like This To-night, That Oh 't Is Pain To Break Its Links So Soon.

I Hate The Man Who Eats Without Knowing What He’s Eating. I Doubt His Taste In More Important Things.