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The Impromptu Reply Is Precisely The Touchstone Of The Man Of Wit.

I Recover My Property Wherever I Find It.

A Husband Is A Plaster That Cures All The Ills Of Girlhood.

You Have But To Hold Forth In Cap And Gown, And Any Gibberish Becomes Learning, All Nonsense Passes For Sense.

All Which Is Not Prose Is Verse; And All Which Is Not Verse Is Prose.