By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.

Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?

The Coach does not play in the game, but the Coach helps the players identify areas to improve their game.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.