The Sweetest Pleasures Soonest Cloy, And Its

The Only Path To A Tranquil Life Is Through Virtue. [lat., Semita Certe Tranquillae Per Virtutem Patet Unica Vitae.]

She Knows No Difference 'twixt Head And Privities Who Devours Immense Oysters At Midnight.

A Man Who Has Nothing Can Whistle In A Robber's Face.

Drooping Along The Ground The Vine Misses Its Widowed Elm.

We Do Not Commonly Find Men Of Superior Sense Amongst Those Of The Highest Fortune.