And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.
Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.
Fills The air around with beauty.
Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.
Good but rarely came from good advice.
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.