Wit Must Be Foiled By Wit: Cut

O, Nothing Is More Alluring Than A Levee From A Couch In Some Confusion.

Though Marriage Makes Man And Wife One Flesh, It Leaves 'em Still Two Fools.

Invention Flags, His Brain Goes Muddy, And Black Despair Succeeds Brown Study.

Come, Come, Leave Business To Idlers, And Wisdom To Fools: They Have Need Of 'em: Wit Be My Faculty, And Pleasure My Occupation, And Let Father Time Shake His Glass.

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.