Birth Is Nothing Without Virtue, And We

He Must Have Killed A Lot Of Men To Have Made So Much Money.

I Will Maintain It Before The Whole World.

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.

The Envious Will Die, But Envy Never.

Great Is The Fortune Of He Who Possesses A Good Bottle, A Good Book, And A Good Friend.