When We Risk No Contradiction, It Prompts

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

I Hate The Man Who Builds His Name On Ruins Of Another's Fame. Thus Prudes, By Characters O'erthrown, Imagine That They Raise Their Own. Thus Scribblers, Covetous Of Praise, Think Slander Can Transplant The Bays.

Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

Can You Support The Expense Of A Husband, Hussy, In Gaming, Drinking And Whoring? Have You Money Enough To Carry On The Daily Quarrels Of Man And Wife About Who Shall Squander Most?

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.