Malicious Men May Die, But Malice Never.

I Will Maintain It Before The Whole World.

Gold Gives To The Ugliest Thing A Certain Charming Air, For That Without It Were Else A Miserable Affair.

I Have A Heart To Love All The World; And Like Alexander I Wish There Were Yet Other Worlds, So I Could Carry Even Further My Amorous Conquests.

No Matter What Aristotle And The Philosophers Say, Nothing Is Equal To Tobacco; It's The Passion Of The Well-bred, And He Who Lives Without Tobacco Lives A Life Not Worth Living.

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.