The Dowry, Not The Wife, Is The

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

There Will He Nothing More That Posterity Can Add To Our Immoral Habits; Our Descendants Must Have The Same Desires And Act The Same Follies As Their Sires. Every Vice Has Reached Its Zenith.

Our Prayers Should Be For A Sound Mind In A Healthy Body. [lat., Orandum Est Ut Sit Mens Sana In Corpore Sano.]

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

Poverty Is Bitter, But It Has No Harder Pang Than That It Makes Men Ridiculous.