Rogues In Rags Are Kept

The Greatest Advantage I Know Of Being Thought A Wit By The World Is, That It Gives One The Greater Freedom Of Playing The Fool.

Offend Her, And She Knows Not To Forgive; Oblige Her, And She'll Hate You While You Live.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit, There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It

Death, Only Death, Can Break The Lasting Chain; And Here, Ev'n Then, Shall My Cold Dust Remain

You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of The Day.