Troubles Take Wing For The Man Who

I Drink When I Have Occasion, And Sometimes When I Have No Occasion.

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.

I Want You To See Me Naked And Performing One Or Two Dozen Mad Acts, Which Will Take Me Less Than Half An Hour, Because If You Have Seen Them With Your Own Eyes, You Can Safely Swear To Any Others You Might Wish To Add.

Thou Hast Seen Nothing Yet.

A Knowledge Of Thyself Will Preserve Thee From Vanity.