An Oyster May Be Crossed In Love.

To Smile At The Jest Which Plants A Thorn In Another's Breast Is To Become A Principal In The Mischief.

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.

An Unforgiving Eye, And A Damned Disinheriting Countenance!

Believe That Story False That Ought Not To Be True.

Men Seldom Think Deeply On Subjects In Which They Have No Choice Of Opinion: They Are Fearful Of Encountering Obstacles To Their Faith--as In Religion--and So Are Content With The Surface.