Where The Law Ends Tyranny Begins.

It May Be Laid Down As A General Rule, That No Woman Who Hath Any Great Pretensions To Admiration Is Ever Well Pleased In A Company Where She Perceives Herself To Fill Only The Second Place.

The Blackest Ink Of Fate Are Sure My Lot, And When Fate Writ My Name It Made A Blot.

Fashion Is The Science Of Appearance, And It Inspires One With The Desire To Seem Rather Than To Be.

The Same Animal Which Hath The Honour To Have Some Part Of His Flesh Eaten At The Table Of A Duke, May Perhaps Be Degraded In Another Part,and Some Of His Limbs Gibbeted, As It Were, In The Vilest Stall In Town.

There Are Two Considerations Which Always Imbitter The Heart Of An Avaricious Man--the One Is A Perpetual Thirst After More Riches, The Other The Prospect Of Leaving What He Has Already Acquired.