Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.

No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother.

A Man Is Always Afraid Of A Woman That Loves Him Too Much

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

Whoever Heard A Man Of Fortune In England Talk Of The Necessaries Of Life? . . . Whether We Can Afford It Or No, We Must Have Superfluities.