A Circulating Library In A Town Is

An Unforgiving Eye, And A Damned Disinheriting Countenance!

Fame, The Sovereign Deity Of Proud Ambition.

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

Our Ancestors Are Very Good Kind Of Folks; But They Are The Last People I Should Choose To Have A Visiting Acquaintance With.

There 's Nothing Like Being Used To A Thing.