Beasts Of Like Kind Will

There's A Lust In Man, No Charm Can Tame, Of Loudly Publishing Our Neighbor's Shame.

Nobody Ever Became Depraved All At Once. [lat., Nemo Repente Fuit Turpissimus.]

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.

Many Commit The Same Crime With A Very Different Result. One Bears A Cross For His Crime; Another A Crown.

An Incurable Itch For Scribbling Takes Possession Of Many, And Grows Inveterate In Their Insane Breasts.