Women In London Are Like The Rich

Fantastic Fortune Thou Deceitful Light, That Cheats The Weary Traveler By Night, Though On A Precipice Each Step You Tread, I Am Resolved To Follow Where You Lead.

No Friend To Love Like A Long Voyage At Sea.

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.

Where There Is No Novelty, There Can Be No Curiosity.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality