In The Present State Of The World

I Only Feel, But Want The Power To Paint.

There Will He Nothing More That Posterity Can Add To Our Immoral Habits; Our Descendants Must Have The Same Desires And Act The Same Follies As Their Sires. Every Vice Has Reached Its Zenith.

The Skilful Class Of Flatterers Praise The Discourse Of An Ignorant Friend And The Face Of A Deformed One.

She Knows No Difference 'twixt Head And Privities Who Devours Immense Oysters At Midnight.

Pleasures Are Enhanced By A Moderate Indulgence.