All Which Is Not Prose Is Verse;

All The Satires Of The Stage Should Be Viewed Without Discomfort. They Are Public Mirrors, Where We Are Never To Admit That We Seeourselves; One Admits To A Fault When One Is Scandalized By Its Censure.

He Makes His Cook His Merit, And The World Visits His Dinners And Not Him.

Gold Is The Key, Whatever Else We Try; And That Sweet Metal Aids The Conqueror In Every Case, In Love As Well As War.

A Woman Always Has Her Revenge Ready.

There Is No Praise To Bear The Sort That You Put In Your Pocket.