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It Is The Business Of A Comic Poet To Paint The Vices And Follies Of Human Kind.

Honor Is A Public Enemy, And Conscience A Domestic, And He That Would Secure His Pleasure, Must Pay A Tribute To One And Go Halves With T'other.

I Find We Are Growing Serious, And Then We Are In Great Danger Of Being Dull.

But Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved. To Pass Our Youth In Dull Indifference, To Refuse The Sweets Of Life Because They Once Must Leave Us, Is As Preposterous As To Wish To Have Been Born Old, Because We One Day Must Be Old.

They Come Together Like The Coroner's Inquest, To Sit Upon The Murdered Reputations Of The Week.