Life Is Too Short For Chess.

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!

So The Struck Eagle, Stretch'd Upon The Plain, No More Through Rolling Clouds To Soar Again, View'd His Own Feather On The Fatal Dart, And Wing'd The Shaft That Quiver'd In His Heart.

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.

The Reading Or Non-reading A Book Will Never Keep Down A Single Petticoat.