The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love.

And The Weak Soul, Within Itself Unbless'd, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

He Cast Off His Friends As A Huntsman His Pack, For He Knew When He Pleas'd He Could Whistle Them Back.

Here Lies David Garrick, Describe Me Who Can, An Abridgment Of All That Was Pleasant In Man.

Life Is A Journey That Must Be Traveled No Matter How Bad The Roads And Accommodations.

Whenever You See A Gaming Table Be Sure To Know Fortune Is Not There. Rather She Is Always In The Company Of Industry.