We Always Speak Well When We Manage

We Ought Always To Conform To The Manners Of The Greater Number, And So Behave As Not To Draw Attention To Ourselves. Excess Either Way Shocks, And Every Man Truly Wise Ought To Attend To This In His Dress As Well As Language, Never To Be Affected In Anything And Follow Without Being In Too Great Haste The Changes Of Fashion.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

You Have But To Hold Forth In Cap And Gown, And Any Gibberish Becomes Learning, All Nonsense Passes For Sense.

I Prefer A Pleasant Vice To An Annoying Virtue.

You Only Die Once, But You Will Be Dead For A Very Long Time.