Wine And Youth Are Fire Upon Fire.

Thy Modesty 's A Candle To Thy Merit.

There Are Those Who Never Reason On What They Should Do, But What They Have Done; As If Reason Had Her Eyes Behind, And Could Only See Backwards.

Conscience Is A Judge In Every Man's Breast, Which None Can Cheat Or Corrupt, And Perhaps The Only Incorrupt Thing About Him; Yet, Inflexible And Honest As This Judge Is (however Polluted The Bench On Which He Sits), No Man Can, In My Opinion, Enjoy Any Applause Which Is Not There Adjudged To Be His Due.

The Only Source Of The True Ridiculous (as It Appears To Me) Is Affectation

Beauty May Be The Object Of Liking--great Qualities Of Admiration--good Ones Of Esteem--but Love Only Is The Object Of Love.