Though I Never Scruple A Lie To

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

There Is No Trusting Appearances.

An Unforgiving Eye, And A Damned Disinheriting Countenance!

Those That Vow The Most Are The Least Sincere.

Nothing Keeps Me In Such Awe As Perfect Beauty; Now, There Is Something Consoling And Encouraging In Ugliness.