A Coxcomb Is One Whom

Every Hour In Itself, As It Respects Us In Particular, Is The Only One We Can Call Our Own.

Nothing Keeps Longer Than A Middling Fortune, And Nothing Melts Away Sooner Than A Large One.

Manners Carry The World For The Moment, Character For All Time.

The Fool Only Is Troublesome. A Plan Of Sense Perceives When He Is Agreeable Or Tiresome; He Disappears The Very Minute Before He Would Have Been Thought To Have Stayed Too Long.

No Man Is So Perfect, So Necessary To His Friends As To Give Them No Cause To Miss Him Less.