An Oyster May Be Crossed In Love.

I Ne'er Could Any Lustre See In Eyes That Would Not Look On Me; I Ne'er Saw Nectar On A Lip But Where My Own Did Hope To Sip.

If I Reprehend Anything In This World, It Is The Use Of My Oracular Tongue, And A Nice Derangement Of Epitaphs!

The Right Honourable Gentleman Is Indebted To His Memory For His Jests, And To His Imagination For His Facts.

There 's Nothing Like Being Used To A Thing.

I Leave My Character Behind Me.