Wit, Like Hunger, Will Be

Fear Hath The Common Fault Of A Justice Of Peace, And Is Apt To Conclude Hastily From Every Slight Circumstance, Without Examining The Evidence On Both Sides.

These Are Called The Pious Frauds Of Friendship.

Some Virtuous Women Are Too Liberal In Their Insults To A Frail Sister; But Virtue Can Support Itself Without Borrowing Any Assistance From The Vices Of Other Women.

Yes, I Had Two Strings To My Bow; Both Golden Ones, Egad! And Both Cracked.

There Is Scarcely Any Man, How Much Soever He May Despise The Character Of A Flatterer, But Will Condescend In The Meanest Manner To Flatter Himself.