You May Make Love In Dancing As

Where There Is No Novelty, There Can Be No Curiosity.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

You May Make Love In Dancing As Well As Sitting.

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.

Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.