Honor Is A Public Enemy,

I Find We Are Growing Serious, And Then We Are In Great Danger Of Being Dull.

Let Us Be Very Strange And Well-bred:let Us Be As Strange As If We Had Been Married A Great While;and As Well-bred As If We Were Not Married At All.

O Fie, Miss, You Must Not Kiss And Tell.

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.

I Know A Lady That Loves To Talk So Incessantly, She Won't Give An Echo Fair Play; She Has That Everlasting Rotation Of Tongue That An Echo Must Wait Till She Dies Before It Can Catch Her Last Words!