Wealth--the Most Excellent Of All Gods.

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

These Impossible Women! How They Do Get Around Us! The Poet Was Right: Can't Live With Them, Or Without Them!

Children Have A Master To Teach Them, Grown-ups Have The Poets.

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.

The Old Are In A Second Childhood.