Most Women Have No Characters At All.

Whoever Thinks A Faultless Piece To See, Thinks What Ne'er Was, Nor Is, Nor E'er Shall Be.

Sole Judge Of Truth, In Endless Error Hurled: / The Glory, Jest, And Riddle Of The World!

A Mighty Maze! But Not Without A Plan.

Satire's My Weapon, But I'm Too Discreet To Run Amuck, And Tilt At All I Meet.

The Man That Loves And Laughs Must Sure Do Well.