The Abject Pleasure Of An Abject Mind

Nature And Wisdom Always Say The Same.

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.

Nothing Is More Intolerable Than A Wealthy Woman.

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

Lost Money Is Bewailed With Deeper Sighs Than Friends, Or Kindred, And With Louder Cries.