Alas! The Small Discredit Of

True Disputants Are Like True Sportsmen: Their Whole Delight Is In The Pursuit.

All Other Goods By Fortune's Hand Are Given, A Wife Is The Peculiar Gift Of Heaven.

Ye Flowers That Drop, Forsaken By The Spring, Ye Birds That, Left By Summer, Cease To Sing, Ye Trees That Fade, When Autumn Heats Remove, Say, Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?

Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A Crust Of Bread, And Liberty!

True Politeness Consists In Being Easy One's Self, And In Making Every One About One As Easy As One Can.