Get Money, Still Get Money, Boy, No

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

Fortune, That Favors Fools.

Wine It Is The Milk Of Venus, And The Poet's Horse Accounted: Ply It And You All Are Mounted.

The Pipe Marks The Point At Which The Orangutan Ends And Man Begins.

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.