Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.
Damn description, it is always disgusting.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.