Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.

Music Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak.

A Wit Should No More Be Sincere, Than A Woman Constant; One Argues A Decay Of Parts, As To Other Of Beauty.

All Well Bred Persons Lie - Besides, You Are A Woman; You Must Never Speak What You Think.