Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.

Women Are Like Tricks By Sleight Of Hand, Which, To Admire, We Should Not Understand

To Find A Young Fellow That Is Neither A Wit In His Own Eye, Nor A Fool In The Eye Of The World, Is A Very Hard Task.

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.

I Find We Are Growing Serious, And Then We Are In Great Danger Of Being Dull.

Honor Is A Public Enemy, And Conscience A Domestic, And He That Would Secure His Pleasure, Must Pay A Tribute To One And Go Halves With T'other.