Who Friendship With A Knave Hath Made,

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.

Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And Women To Believe Them!

Why Is The Hearse With Scutcheons Blazon'd Round, And With The Nodding Plume Of Ostrich Crown'd? No; The Dead Know It Not, Nor Profit Gain; It Only Serves To Prove The Living Vain.

Gamesters And Highwaymen Are Generally Very Good To Their Whores, But They Are Very Devils To Their Wives.

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.