Satire Is What Closes Saturday Night.

Writing In The Incurable Itch That Possesses Many.

Rarely Do We Meet In One Combined, A Beauteous Body And A Virtuous Mind.

Whenever Fortune Wishes To Joke, She Lifts People From What Is Humble To The Highest Extremity Of Affairs.

No One Ever Suddenly Became Depraved.

It Is Difficult Not To Write Satire.