Lost Money Is Bewailed With Deeper Sighs

Fond Man! Though All The Heroes Of Your Line Bedeck Your Halls, And Round Your Galleries Shine In Proud Display; Yet Take This Truth From Me-- Virtue Alone Is True Nobility!

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

She Knows No Difference 'twixt Head And Privities Who Devours Immense Oysters At Midnight.

There Is No Reliance To Be Placed On Appearance.

The Only Gain From The Friendship Of The Great Is A Fine Dinner.