Women In London Are Like

That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is Nowhere To Be Found But In Retreat, A Faithful Friend And A Good Library.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

You May Make Love In Dancing As Well As Sitting.

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.

No Friend To Love Like A Long Voyage At Sea.