Forgive What You Can't Excuse.

Take Back The Beauty And Wit You Bestow Upon Me; Leave Me My Own Mediocrity Of Agreeableness And Genius, But Leave Me Also My Sincerity, My Constancy, And My Plain Dealing; 'tis All I Have To Recommend Me To The Esteem Either Of Others Or Myself.

See How That Pair Of Billing Doves With Open Murmurs Own Their Loves And, Heedless Of Censorious Eyes, Pursue Their Unpolluted Joys: No Fears Of Future Want Molest The Downy Quiet Of Their Nest.

I Have Never, In All My Various Travels, Seen But Two Sorts Of People I Mean Men And Women, Who Always Have Been, And Ever Will Be, The Same. The Same Vices And The Same Follies Have Been The Fruit Of All Ages, Though Sometimes Under Different Names.

And We Meet, With Champagne And A Chicken, At Last.

I Have Never Had Any Great Esteem For The Generality Of The Fair Sex, And My Only Consolation For Being Of That Gender Has Been The Assurance It Gave Me Of Never Being Married To Any One Among Them.