Grief Is Fantastical, And Loves The Dead,

Brisk Confidence Still Best With Woman Copes: Pique Her And Soothe In Turn-soon Passion Crowns Thy Hopes.

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!

But I Had Not Quite Fixed Whether To Make Him [don Juan] End In Hell-or In An Unhappy Marriage,-not Knowing Which Would Be The Severest.

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.