For Women's Tears Are But

It Is Difficult Not To Write Satire.

So Much Greater Is Our Thirst For Glory Than For Virtue.

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

All Arts His Own, The Hungry Greekling Counts; And Bid Him Mount The Skies, The Skies He Mounts.

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?