The Shortest Pleasures Are The

Tis A Question Whether Adversity Or Prosperity Makes The Most Poets.

Like Hungry Guests, A Sitting Audience Looks / Plays Are Like Suppers; Poets Are The Cooks / The Founder's You; The Table Is This Place / The Carvers We; The Prologue Is The Grace / Each Act A Course, Each Scene, A Different Dish.

Since A Woman Must Wear Chains, I Would Have The Pleasure Of Hearing 'em Rattle A Little.

Money Is The Sinews Of Love, As Of War.

Crimes, Like Virtues, Are Their Own Rewards.