Satire Is What Closes Saturday

Majestic Mighty Wealth Is The Holiest Of Our Gods.

For Whoever Meditates A Crime Is Guilty Of The Deed.

A Child Is Owed The Greatest Respect; If You Have Ever Have Something Disgraceful In Mind, Don't Ignore Your Son's Tender Years.

Revenge Is Always The Weak Pleasure Of A Little And Narrow Mind.

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.