Wine Is A Turncoat; First A Friend

With The Latitude Of Unbounded Scurrility, It Is Easy Enough To Attain The Character Of A Wit, Especially When It Is Considered How Wonderfully Pleasant It Is To The Generality Of The Public To See The Folly Of Their Acquaintance Exposed By A Third Person.

Love: A Word Properly Applied To Our Delight In Particular Kinds Of Food; Sometimes Metaphorically Spoken Of The Favorite Objects Of All Our Appetites.

A Lover, When He Is Admitted To Cards, Ought To Be Solemnly Silent, And Observe The Motions Of His Mistress. He Must Laugh When She Laughs, Sigh When She Sighs. In Short, He Should Be The Shadow Of Her Mind. A Lady, In The Presence Of Her Lover, Should Never Want A Looking-glass; As A Beau, In The Presence Of His Looking-glass, Never Wants A Mistress.

It Is Well Known To All Great Men, That By Conferring An Obligation They Do Not Always Procure A Friend, But Are Certain Of Creating Many Enemies.

There Are Persons Of That General Philanthropy And Easy Tempers, Which The World In Contempt Generally Calls Good-natured, Who Seem To Be Sent Into The World With The Same Design With Which Men Put Little Fish Into A Pike Pond, In Order Only To Be Devoured By That Voracious Water-hero.