I Always Take Blushing Either

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

Music Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak.

Courtship Is To Marriage, As A Very Witty Prologue To A Very Dull Play.

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!

Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels Of Pleasure; Married In Haste, We May Repent At Leisure.