O Fie, Miss, You Must

All Well Bred Persons Lie - Besides, You Are A Woman; You Must Never Speak What You Think.

It Is The Business Of A Comic Poet To Paint The Vices And Follies Of Human Kind.

I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion, I Loathe The Country.

Defer Not Till To-morrow To Be Wise, To-morrow's Sun To Thee May Never Rise; Or Should To-morrow Chance To Cheer Thy Sight With Her Enlivening And Unlook'd For Light, How Grateful Will Appear Her Dawning Rays! As Favours Unexpected Doubly Please.

To Find A Young Fellow That Is Neither A Wit In His Own Eye, Nor A Fool In The Eye Of The World, Is A Very Hard Task.