No praying, it spoils business.

False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.

Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.

Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair to look like you; There's in you all that we believe of heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.

Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.

Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.