One Common Fate We Both Must Prove;

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

Twas When The Seas Were Roaring With Hollow Blasts Of Wind, A Damsel Lay Deploring, All On A Rock Reclined.

In Every Age And Clime We See Two Of A Trade Can Never Agree.

Gamesters And Highwaymen Are Generally Very Good To Their Whores, But They Are Very Devils To Their Wives.

A Woman's Friendship Ever Ends In Love.