He Makes His Cook His Merit, And

The Impromptu Reply Is Precisely The Touchstone Of The Man Of Wit.

The Genuine Amphitryon Is The Amphitryon With Whom We Dine.

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

When There Is Enough To Eat For Eight, There Is Plenty For Ten.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.