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We Are The Men Of Intrinsic Value, Who Can Strike Our Fortunes Out Of Ourselves, Whose Worth Is Independent Of Accidents In Life, Or Revolutions In Government: We Have Heads To Get Money, And Hearts To Spend It.

There Is No Scandal Like Rags, Nor Any Crime So Shameful As Poverty.

Since A Woman Must Wear Chains, I Would Have The Pleasure Of Hearing 'em Rattle A Little.

Spite Of All Modesty, A Man Must Own A Pleasure In The Hearing Of His Praise.

Hanging And Marriage, You Know, Go By Destiny.