Let None Turn Over Books, Or Roam

A Fop Of Fashion Is The Mercer's Friend, The Tailor's Fool, And His Own Foe.

Modesty Is Silent When It Would Be Improper To Speak; The Humble, Without Being Called Upon, Never Recollects To Say Anything Of Himself.

Trust Him Not With Your Secrets, Who, When Left Alone In Your Room, Turns Over Your Papers.

When You Doubt Between Words, Use The Plainest, The Commonest, The Most Idiomatic. Eschew Fine Words As You Would Rouge; Love Simple Ones As You Would The Native Roses On Your Cheek.

True Worth Is As Inevitably Discovered By The Facial Expression, As Its Opposite Is Sure To Be Clearly Represented There. The Human Face Is Nature's Tablet, The Truth Is Certainly Written Thereon.