A Lady Could Not Boast Of Her

I Had Rather Complain Of Ill-fortune Than Be Ashamed Of Victory.

Difficulty Is A Coin The Learned Make Use Of Like Jugglers, To Conceal The Inanity Of Their Art.

I Would Rather Produce My Passions Than Brood Over Them At My Expense; They Grow Languid When They Have Vent And Expression. It Is Better That Their Point Should Operate Outwardly Than Be Turned Against Us.

The Smallest Annoyances, Disturb Us The Most.

And Not To Serve For A Table-talk.