There Is Scarcely Any Man, How Much

Yes, I Had Two Strings To My Bow; Both Golden Ones, Egad! And Both Cracked.

No Acquisitions Of Guilt Can Compensate The Loss Of That Solid Inward Comfort Of Mind, Which Is The Sure Companion Of Innocence And Virtue; Nor Can In The Least Balance The Evil Of That Horror And Anxiety Which, In Their Room, Guilt Introduces Into Our Bosoms.

Thirst Teaches All Animals To Drink, But Drunkenness Belongs Only To Man.

Thwackum Was For Doing Justice, And Leaving Mercy To Heaven.

The Excellence Of The Mental Entertainment Consists Less In The Subject Than In The Author's Skill In Well Dressing It Up.