Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.