Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He, Who Can Call Today His Own.

Repartee Is The Soul Of Conversation.

No Government Has Ever Been, Or Can Ever Be, Wherein Time-servers And Blockheads Will Not Be Uppermost.

Those Who Write Ill, And They Who Ne'er Durst Write, Turn Critics Out Of Mere Revenge And Spite.