Gold Is The Key, Whatever Else We

Without Knowledge, Life Is No More Than The Shadow Of Death

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 Most Effective Way Of Attacking Vice Is To Expose It To Public Ridicule. People Can Put Up With Rebukes But They Cannot Bear Being Laughed At: They Are Prepared To Be Wicked But They Dislike Appearing Ridiculous.

There Is No Protection Against Slander.

What! Would You Make No Distinction Between Hypocrisy And Devotion? Would You Give Them The Same Names, And Respect The Mask As You Do The Face? Would You Equate Artifice And Sincerity? Confound Appearance With Truth? Regard The Phantom As The Very Person? Value Counterfeit As Cash?