(the Pig) Hath A Fair Sepulchre In

I Counsel Thee, Shut Not Thy Heart, Nor Thy Library.

O Money, Money, How Blindly Thou Hast Been Worshipped, And How Stupidly Abused! Thou Are Health And Liberty And Strength, And He That Has Thee May Rattle His Pockets At The Foul Fiend!

We Gain Nothing By Being With Such As Ourselves. We Encourage One Another In Mediocrity. I Am Always Longing To Be With Men More Excellent Than Myself.

Tis The Privilege Of Friendship To Talk Nonsense, And To Have Nonsense Respected.

Reader, If You Are Gifted With Nerves Like Mine, Aspire To Any Character But That Of A Wit.