Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To

It Is A Wretched Thing To Rest Upon The Fame Of Others, Lest, The Supporting Pillar Being Removed, The Superstructure Should Collapse In Ruin.

When The Mischief Is Done The Door Is Shut.

Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

Many Commit The Same Crime With A Very Different Result. One Bears A Cross For His Crime; Another A Crown.

Such Men As Fortune Raises From A Mean Estate To The Highest Elevation By Way Of A Joke.