Everyone Has A Right To His Own

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.

I Maintain, In Truth, That With A Smile We Should Instruct Our Youth, Be Very Gentle When We Have To Blame, And Not Put Them In Fear Of Virtue's Name.

The Genuine Amphitryon Is The Amphitryon With Whom We Dine.

In Clothes As Well As Speech, The Man Of Sense Will Shun All These Extremes That Give Offense, Dress Unaffectedly, And, Without Haste, Follow The Changes In The Current Taste.

Words And Deeds Are Far From Being One. Much That Is Talked About Is Left Undone.