The Skilful Class Of Flatterers Praise The

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

The Greatest Hardship Of Poverty Is That It Tends To Make Men Ridiculous.

The Smell Of Money Is Good, Come Whence It May. [alluding To Vespasian's Tax On Ordure.]

The Tongue Is The Worst Part Of A Bad Servant.

In The Present State Of The World It Is Difficult Not To Write Lampoons.