A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

Is She Not Passing Fair?

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together: Our Virtues Would Be Proud If Our Faults Whipped Them Not; And Our Crimes Would Despair If They Were Not Cherished By Our Own Virtues.

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.

I Crave Fit Disposition For My Wife; Due Reference Of Place, And Exhibition; With Such Accommodation, And Besort, As Levels With Her Breeding.

Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.