I Loved Him For Himself

There 's Nothing Like Being Used To A Thing.

A Practitioner In Panegyric, Or, To Speak More Plainly, A Professor Of The Art Of Puffing.

I Would By No Means Wish A Daughter Of Mine To Be A Progeny Of Learning.

Prudence, Like Experience, Must Be Paid For.

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.