Fair Words Cost Nothing.

Whoever Heard A Man Of Fortune In England Talk Of The Necessaries Of Life? . . . Whether We Can Afford It Or No, We Must Have Superfluities.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

A Rich Rogue Nowadays Is Fit Company For Any Gentleman; And The World, My Dear, Hath Not Such A Contempt For Roguery As You Imagine.

I Know You Lawyers Can With Ease, Twist Words And Meanings As You Please; That Language, By Your Skill Made Pliant, Will Bend To Favour Every Client; That 'tis The Fee Directs The Sense, To Make Out Either Side's Pretense.