To Offend Is My Pleasure; I Love

A Great Nose May Be An Index Of A Great Soul

Proclaim Your Pride And Bitterness Loudly To The World, But To Me Speak Softly, And Tell Me Simply That She Doesn't Love You.

Stay Awhile! 'tis Sweet,. . . The Rare Occasion, When Our Hearts Can Speak Our Selves Unseen, Unseeing!

Your Name Hangs In My Heart Like A Bell's Tongue.

And If Kisses In These Words Could Travel Too, Madam, You'd Read This Letter With Your Lips.