Believe Not Each Accusing Tongue, As Most

Many A Wretch Has Rid On A Hurdle Who Has Done Less Mischief Than Utterers Of Forged Tales, Coiners Of Scandal, And Clippers Of Reputation.

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.

Satires And Lampoons On Particular People Circulate More By Giving Copies In Confidence To The Friends Of The Parties, Than By Printing Them.

O Lord, Sir - When A Heroine Goes Mad She Always Goes Into White Satin.

The Number Of Those Who Undergo The Fatigue Of Judging For Themselves Is Very Small Indeed.