We Are All Mortals, And Each Is

Oh, How Fine It Is To Know A Thing Or Two.

Heaven Forbids, It Is True, Certain Gratifications, But There Are Ways And Means Of Compounding Such Matters.

The Proof Of True Love Is To Be Unsparing In Criticism.

Esteem Must Be Founded On Preference: To Hold Everyone In High Esteem Is To Esteem Nothing.

You Are A Fool In Four Letters, My Son.