Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

Hannibal Was A Very Pretty Fellow In Those Days.

Marriage Indeed May Qualify The Fury Of His Passion, But It Very Rarely Mends A Man's Manners.

He Who Closes His Ears To The Views Of Others Shows Little Confidence In The Integrity Of His Own Views.

To Find A Young Fellow That Is Neither A Wit In His Own Eye, Nor A Fool In The Eye Of The World, Is A Very Hard Task.