No One But A Fool Would Measure

It Seemed To Me Pretty Plain, That They Had More Of Love Than Matrimony In Them.

Our Bounty, Like A Drop Of Water, Disappears, When Diffus'd Too Widely

I Can't Say Whether We Had More Wit Among Us Now Than Usual, But I Am Certain We Had More Laughing, Which Answered The End As Well.

But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May.

She Who Makes Her Husband And Her Children Happy, Who Reclaims The One From Vice, And Trains Up The Other To Virtue, Is A Much Greater Character Than The Ladies Described In Romance, Whose Whole Occupation Is To Murder Mankind With Shafts From Their Quiver Or Their Eyes.