Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did

Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It, Stands Absurdly Too High And Will Go Down.

There's Not A Sea The Passenger E'er Pukes In, Turns Up More Dangerous Breakers Than The Euxine.

Let No Man Grumble When His Friends Fall Off, As They Will Do Like Leaves At The First Breeze; When Your Affairs Come Round, One Way Or T'other, Go To The Coffee House, And Take Another.

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.

If I Could Always Read, I Should Never Feel The Want Of Company.