Who Pleases One Against His Will.

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.

Marriage Indeed May Qualify The Fury Of His Passion, But It Very Rarely Mends A Man's Manners.

Come, Come, Leave Business To Idlers, And Wisdom To Fools: They Have Need Of 'em: Wit Be My Faculty, And Pleasure My Occupation, And Let Father Time Shake His Glass.

I Find We Are Growing Serious, And Then We Are In Great Danger Of Being Dull.