Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of

Language Most Shows A Man; Speak That I May See Thee; It Springs Out Of The Most Retired And Inmost Parts Of Us, And Is The Image Of The Parent Of It, The Mind. No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

Guilt's A Terrible Thing.

My Thoughts And I Were Of Another World.

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.

We Are Persons Of Quality, I Assure You, And Women Of Fashion, And Come To See And To Be Seen.