Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.

They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first -- they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all-- The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.