Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

To Speak And To Speak Well Are Two Things. A Fool May Talk, But A Wise Man Speaks.

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.

A Good Dog Deserves A Good Bone.

Get Money, Still Get Money, Boy, No Matter By What Means.

That Praises Are Without Reason Lavished On The Dead, And That The Honours Due Only To Are Paid To Antiquity, Is A Complaint Likely To Be Always Continued By Those Who, Being Able To Add Nothing To Truth, Hope For Eminence From The Heresies Of Paradox; Or Those Who, Being Forced By Disappointment Upon Consolatory Expedients, Are Willing To Hope From Posterity What The Present Age Refuses, And Flatter Themselves That The Regard Which Is Yet Denied By Envy Will Be At Last Bestowed By Time.