Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

If One Wishes To Become Rich They Must Appear Rich.

When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, And Finds Too Late That Men Betray, What Charm Can Soothe Her Melancholy, What Art Can Wash Her Guilt Away?

Amid Thy Desert-walks The Lapwing Flies, And Tires Their Echoes With Unvaried Cries.

An Emperor In His Nightcap Will Not Meet With Half The Respect Of An Emperor With A Crown.

What Cities, As Great As This, Have... Promised Themselves Immortality! Posterity Can Hardly Trace The Situation Of Some. The Sorrowful Traveller Wanders Over The Awful Ruins Of Others... Here Stood Their Citadel, But Now Grown Over With Weeds; There Their Senate-house, But Now The Haunt Of Every Noxious Reptile; Temples And Theatres Stood Here, Now Only An Undistinguished Heap Of Ruins.