Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!

Woman's At Best A Contradiction Still.

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.

Praise Is Like Ambergrease: A Little Whiff Of It, And By Snatches, Is Very Agreeable; But When A Man Holds A Whole Lump Of It To Your Nose, It Is A Stink, And Strikes You Down.

Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected When Another One's Blessed.

Some People Are Commended For A Giddy Kind Of Good-humor, Which Is As Much A Virtue As Drunkenness.