He Who Wishes To Become Rich Wishes

Led On By Impulse, And Blind And Ungovernable Desires.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

There's A Lust In Man, No Charm Can Tame, Of Loudly Publishing Our Neighbor's Shame.

There's Scarce A Case Comes On But You Shall Find A Woman's At The Bottom. [lat., Nulla Fere Causa Est In Qua Non Femina Litem Moverit.]

Nothing Is So Intolerable As A Woman With A Long Purse.