Since All The Maids Are Good And

Men Marry For Fortune, And Sometimes To Please Their Fancy; But, Much Oftener Than Is Suspected, They Consider What The World Will Say Of It--how Such A Woman In Their Friends' Eyes Will Look At The Head Of A Table. Hence We See So Many Insipid Beauties Made Wives Of, That Could Not Have Struck The Particular Fancy Of Any Man That Had Any Fancy At All.

I Have Something More To Do Than To Feel.

There Are Like To Be Short Graces Where The Devil Plays Host.

We Are Ashamed At The Sight Of A Monkey--somehow As We Are Shy Of Poor Relations.

Go Where Glory Waits Thee! But While Fame Elates Thee, Oh, Still Remember Me!