Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; For, thus friends absent speak.

Ah cannot we As well as cocks and lions jocund be, After such pleasures?

And new philosophy calls all in doubt, The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and the earth, and no man's wit, Can well direct him where to loo…

We understood Her by her sight; her pure, and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say, her body thought.

Don't be so amazing or I'll miss you too much.

My friends are my 'estate.' Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them.

Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and unde…