So Much Alarmed That She

Of Religion I Know Nothing -- At Least, In Its Favor.

A Woman Being Never At A Loss... The Devil Always Sticks By Them.

If I Could Always Read, I Should Never Feel The Want Of Company.

Your Thief Looks Exactly Like The Rest, Or Rather Better; 'tis Only At The Bar, And In The Dungeon, That Wise Men Know Your Felon By His Features.

That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are Song, The Poetry Of Speech.