The Hounds All Join In Glorious Cry,

He That Dies Before Sixty, Of A Cold Or Consumption, Dies, In Reality, By A Violent Death.

Money Will Say More In One Moment Than The Most Eloquent Lover Can In Years.

The Man Who Is Wantonly Profuse Of His Promises Ought To Sink His Credit As Much As A Tradesman Would By Uttering A Great Number Of Promissory Notes Payable At A Distant Day. The Truest Conclusion In Both Cases Is, That Neither Intend Or Will Be Able To Pay. And As The Latter Most Probably Intends To Cheat You Of Your Money, So The Former At Least Designs To Cheat You Of Your Thanks.

The Hounds All Join In Glorious Cry, / The Huntsman Winds His Horn: / And A-hunting We Will Go.

Make Money Your God, And It Will Plague You Like The Devil.