Rare Is The Union Of Beauty And

Refrain From Doing Ill; For One All Powerful Reason, Lest Our Children Should Copy Our Misdeeds; We Are All Too Prone To Imitate Whatever Is Base And Depraved.

No Man Becomes Bad All At Once.

She Knows No Difference 'twixt Head And Privities Who Devours Immense Oysters At Midnight.

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

There's Scarce A Case Comes On But You Shall Find A Woman's At The Bottom. [lat., Nulla Fere Causa Est In Qua Non Femina Litem Moverit.]