All Tragedies Are Finished By A Death,

Accursed Be The City Where The Laws Would Stifle Nature's!

Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved But One.

I Have Had, And May Have Still, A Thousand Friends, As They Are Called, In Life, Who Are Like One's Partners In The Waltz Of This World -not Much Remembered When The Ball Is Over.

Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand Assume The Distaff Not The Brand.

Rough Johnson, The Great Moralist.