The Life Of A Wit Is A

Honor And Shame From No Condition Rise. Act Well Your Part: There All The Honor Lies.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

Offend Her, And She Knows Not To Forgive; Oblige Her, And She'll Hate You While You Live.

Every Professional Was Once An Amateur.

What Nature Wants, Commodious Gold Bestows; 'tis Thus We Cut The Bread Another Sows.