All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye.

There Goes A Saying, And 'twas Shrewdly Said, ''old Fish At Table, But Young Flesh In Bed.

I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My Time, Rather Than Let It Stick By Me.

Genius Involves Both Envy And Calumny.

No Silver Saints, By Dying Misers Giv'n, Here Brib'd The Rage Of Ill-requited Heav'n; But Such Plain Roofs As Piety Could Raise, And Only Vocal With The Maker's Praise.

Die Of A Rose In Aromatic Pain.