Who Pleases One Against His Will.

Invention Flags, His Brain Goes Muddy, And Black Despair Succeeds Brown Study.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

Mr Witwould: "pray, Madam, Do You Pin Up Your Hair With All Your Letters? I Find I Must Keep Copies." Mrs Millamant: "only With Those In Verse.... I Never Pin Up My Hair With Prose."

Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.

Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father Of His Country.