Let Nothing Offensive To The Ear Or

The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

The Abject Pleasure Of An Abject Mind And Hence So Dear To Poor Weak Woman Kind. [lat., Vindicta Nemo Magis Gaudet, Quam Femina.]

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

Pleasures Are Enhanced By A Moderate Indulgence.

The Man Whose Purse Is Empty Can Cheerfully Sing Before The Robber.