O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

To Converse With Scandal Is To Play At Losing Loadum, You Must Lose A Good Name To Him, Before You Can Win It For Yourself.

One Minute Gives Invention To Destroy; What To Rebuild, Will A Whole Age Employ.

I Know A Lady That Loves To Talk So Incessantly, She Won't Give An Echo Fair Play; She Has That Everlasting Rotation Of Tongue That An Echo Must Wait Till She Dies Before It Can Catch Her Last Words!

Delay Not Till Tomorrow To Be Wise; Tomorrow's Sun To Thee May Neve Rise.

There Is Nothing More Unbecoming A Man Of Quality Than To Laugh ... 'tis Such A Vulgar Expression Of The Passion!