I Hate All That Don't Love Me,

Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

Sir, You Shall Taste My Anno Domini.

We Are The Men Of Intrinsic Value, Who Can Strike Our Fortunes Out Of Ourselves, Whose Worth Is Independent Of Accidents In Life, Or Revolutions In Government: We Have Heads To Get Money, And Hearts To Spend It.

Women Are Like Pictures: Of No Value In The Hands Of A Fool Till He Hears Men Of Sense Bid High For The Purchase.

No Woman Can Be A Beauty Without A Fortune.