She Is Laughing Up Her Sleeve At

A Good Husband Be The Best Sort Of Plaster For To Cure A Young Woman's Ailments.

The Defects Of Human Nature Afford Us Opportunities Of Exercising Our Philosophy, The Best Employment Of Our Virtues. If All Men Were Righteous, All Hearts True And Frank And Loyal, What Use Would Our Virtues Be?

The Trees That Are Slow To Grow Bear The Best Fruit.

At Least It's Better To Be Married Than To Be Dead.

You Never See The Old Austerity That Was The Essence Of Civility; Young People Hereabouts, Unbridled, Now Just Want.