Cowards Are Cruel, But The Brave Love

Of All The Fools That Pride Can Boast, A Coxcomb Claims Distinction Most.

Whoever Heard A Man Of Fortune In England Talk Of The Necessaries Of Life? . . . Whether We Can Afford It Or No, We Must Have Superfluities.

Is There No Hope? The Sick Man Said, The Silent Doctor Shook His Head, And Took His Leave With Signs Of Sorrow, Despairing Of His Fee To-morrow.

Fair Words Cost Nothing.

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.