I Have No Consistency, Except In Politics;

Nor All That Heralds Rake From Coffin'd Clay, Nor Florid Prose, Nor Honied Lies Of Rhyme, Can Blazon Evil Deeds, Or Consecrate A Crime.

Tis Said That Persons Living On Annuities Are Longer Lived Than Others.

Divine In Hookas, Glorious In A Pipe When Tipp'd With Amber, Mellow, Rich, And Ripe;... Yet Thy True Lovers More Admire By Far Thy Naked Beauties - Give Me A Cigar!

Never To Talk To Ones Self Is A Form Of Hypocrisy

The Niobe Of Nations! There She Stands.