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Prudence Is A Duty Which We Owe Ourselves, And If We Will Be So Much Our Own Enemies As To Neglect It, We Are Not To Wonder If The World Is Deficient In Discharging Their Duty To Us; For When A Man Lays The Foundation Of His Own Ruin, Others Too Often Are Apt To Build Upon It.

A Good Countenance Is A Letter Of Recommendation.

Love And Scandal Are The Best Sweeteners Of Tea.

Heroes, Notwithstanding The High Ideas Which, By The Means Of Flatterers, They May Entertain Of Themselves, Or The World May Conceive Of Them, Have Certainly More Of Mortal Than Divine About Them.

Dancing Begets Warmth, Which Is The Parent Of Wantonness. It Is, Sir, The Great Grandfather Of Cuckoldom.