The Quarrel Is A Very Pretty Quarrel

I Leave My Character Behind Me.

Wit Loses Its Point When Dipped In Malice.

As There Are Three Of Us Come On Purpose For The Game, You Won't Be So Cantankerous As To Spoil The Party By Sitting Out.

Here 's To The Maiden Of Bashful Fifteen; Here 's To The Widow Of Fifty; Here 's To The Flaunting, Extravagant Queen, And Here 's To The Housewife That 's Thrifty! Let The Toast Pass; Drink To The Lass; I 'll Warrant She 'll Prove An Excuse For The Glass.

Satires And Lampoons On Particular People Circulate More By Giving Copies In Confidence To The Friends Of The Parties, Than By Printing Them.