Wealth--the Most Excellent Of All Gods.

Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.

Tis Not For Us To Warn A Wilful Sinner; We Stay Him Not, But Let Him Run His Course, Till By Misfortunes Rous'd, His Conscience Wakes, And Prompts Him To Appease Th' Offended Gods.

Even If You Persuade Me, You Won’t Persuade Me.

It Should Not Prejudice My Voice That I'm Not Born A Man, If I Say Something Advantageous To The Present Situation. For I'm Taxed Too, And As A Toll Provide Men For The Nation.

It Is Bad Taste For A Poet To Be Coarse And Hairy.