Eat, Drink And Love...the Rest Is Not

I Loved My Country, And I Hated Him.

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!

It Has Been Said That The Immortality Of The Soul Is A Grand Peut-tre -but Still It Is A Grand One. Everybody Clings To It -the Stupidest, And Dullest, And Wickedest Of Human Bipeds Is Still Persuaded That He Is Immortal.