And We Meet, With Champagne And A

Be Plain In Dress, And Sober In Your Diet; In Short, My Deary, Kiss Me, And Be Quiet.

We Are Educated In The Grossest Ignorance, And No Art Omitted To Stifle Our Natural Reason; If Some Few Get Above Their Nurses Instructions, Our Knowledge Must Rest Concealed And Be As Useless To The World As Gold In The Mine.

The Screech-owl, With Ill-boding Cry, Portends Strange Things, Old Women Say; Stops Every Fool That Passes By, And Frights The School-boy From His Play.

We Travellers Are In Very Hard Circumstances. If We Say Nothing But What Has Been Said Before Us, We Are Dull And Have Observed Nothing. If We Tell Anything New, We Are Laughed At As Fabulous And Romantic.

I Regard Almost All Quarrels Of Princes On The Same Footing, And I See Nothing That Marks Man's Unreason So Positively As War. Indeed, What Folly To Kill One Another For Interests Often Imaginary, And Always For The Pleasure Of Persons Who Do Not Think Themselves Even Obliged To Those Who Sacrifice Themselves For Them!