"And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again." — Thomas Moore

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

Ask a woman's advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.