Though the day of my Destiny 's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.

Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

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

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind