Chance works for us when we are good captains.
The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay.
As we to the brutes, poets are to us.
We are betrayed by what is false within
Caricature is rough truth.
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.