Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love

I've Seen Your Stormy Seas And Stormy Women, And Pity Lovers Rather More Than Seamen.

There's Naught, No Doubt, So Much The Spirit Calms As Rum And True Religion.

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.

Let Us Have Wine And Women, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After.

Your Thief Looks Exactly Like The Rest, Or Rather Better; 'tis Only At The Bar, And In The Dungeon, That Wise Men Know Your Felon By His Features.