We are all slaves to the shining metal.

Women, somehow, have the same fear of witty men as of fireworks.

Marriage is like wine. It is not be properly judged until the second glass.

A man is in no danger so long as he talks his love; but to write it is to impale himself on his own pothooks.

That man is thought a dangerous knave, Or zealot plotting crime, Who for advancement of his kind Is wiser than his time.

Wit, like money, bears an extra value when rung down immediately it is wanted. Men pay severely who require credit.

Habitual intoxication is the epitome of every crime.