Satire Is What Closes Saturday Night.

The Abject Pleasure Of An Abject Mind And Hence So Dear To Poor Weak Woman Kind. [lat., Vindicta Nemo Magis Gaudet, Quam Femina.]

Led On By Impulse, And Blind And Ungovernable Desires.

The Skilful Class Of Flatterers Praise The Discourse Of An Ignorant Friend And The Face Of A Deformed One.

There's No Effrontery Like That Of A Woman Caught In The Act; Her Very Guilt Inspires Her With Wrath And Insolence.

The Love Of Money Grows As The Money Itself Grows.