All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye.

Party-spirit At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

Offend Her, And She Knows Not To Forgive; Oblige Her, And She'll Hate You While You Live.

How Shall I Lose The Sin, Yet Keep The Sense, And Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offence?

There Goes A Saying, And 'twas Shrewdly Said, ''old Fish At Table, But Young Flesh In Bed.