The Laughers Are A Majority.

Hope Travels Through, Nor Quits Us When We Die.

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

Beauties In Vain Their Pretty Eyes May Roll; Charms Strike The Sight, But Merit Wins The Soul.

Satire's My Weapon, But I'm Too Discreet To Run Amuck, And Tilt At All I Meet.

Two Women Seldom Grow Intimate But At The Expense Of A Third Person; They Make Friendships As Kings Of Old Made Leagues, Who Sacrificed Some Poor Animal Betwixt Them, And Commenced Strict Allies; So The Ladies, After They Have Pulled Some Character To Pieces, Are From Henceforth Inviolable Friends.