We Excuse Our Sloth Under The Pretext

The Pretended Admission Of A Fault On Our Part Creates An Excellent Impression.

Verse Satire Indeed Is Entirely Our Own.

Let Us Never Adopt The Maxim, Rather Lose Our Friend Than Our Jest.

She Abounds With Lucious Faults.

The Soul Languishing In Obscurity Contracts A Kind Of Rust, Or Abandons Itself To The Chimera Of Presumption; For It Is Natural For It To Acquire Something, Even When Separated From Any One.