Thou Source Of All My Bliss And

To Make A Fine Gentleman, Several Trades Are Required, But Chiefly A Barber.

If One Wishes To Become Rich They Must Appear Rich.

Where'er I Roam, Whatever Realms To See, My Heart Untravelled, Fondly Turns To Thee; Still To My Brother Turns, With Ceaseless Pain, And Drags At Each Remove A Lengthening Chain.

The Ambitious Are Forever Followed By Adulation For They Receive The Most Pleasure From Flattery.

Error Is Ever Talkative.