In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.

To wipe off the froth of falsehood from the foaming lips of inebriated virtue, when fresh from the sexless orgies of morality and reeling from the delirious riot of religion, may doubtless be a charitable office.

The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.

If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.

For words divide and rend But silence is most noble till the end.