I Have The Knack Of Easing Scruples.

We Live Under A Prince Who Is An Enemy To Fraud, A Prince Whose Eyes Penetrate Into The Heart, And Whom All The Art Of Impostors Can't Deceive.

The World, Dear Agnes, Is A Strange Affair.

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.

A Lover Tries To Stand In Well With The Pet Dog Of The House.

The Secret To Fencing Consists In Two Things: To Give And To Not Receive.