It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.

What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west, Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest; Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides His hours, and rivals opium and his brides; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand: Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers wooing the caress, More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties Give me a cigar!

Absence - that common cure of love.