We Are Easily Duped By

There's A Sort Of Decency Among The Dead, A Remarkable Discretion: You Never Find Them Making Any Complaint Against The Doctor Who Killed Them!

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

In Order To Prove A Friend To One's Guests, Frugality Must Reign In One's Meals; And, According To An Ancient Saying, One Must Eat To Live, Not Live To Eat.

Anyone May Be An Honorable Man, And Yet Write Verse Badly.

I Want To Be Distinguished From The Rest; To Tell The Truth, A Friend To All Mankind Is Not A Friend For Me.