Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.

My Lodging Is On The Cold Ground, And Hard, Very Hard, Is My Fare, But That Which Grieves Me More Is The Coldness Of My Dear.

No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother.

Of All Mechanics, Of All Servile Handycrafts-men, A Gamester Is The Vilest. But Yet, As Many Of The Quality Are Of The Profession, He Is Admitted Amongst The Politest Company.

Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.