Believe That Story False That Ought Not

An Aspersion Upon My Parts Of Speech!

A Tale Of Scandal Is As Fatal To The Credit Of A Prudent Lady As A Fever Is Generally To Those Of The Strongest Constitutions. But There Is A Sort Of Puny, Sickly Reputation, That Is Always Ailing, Yet Will Wither The Robuster Characters Of A Hundred Prudes.

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

Easy Writing's Curst Hard Reading.

There Is Nothing On Earth So Easy As To Forget, If A Person Chooses To Set About It. I'm Sure I Have As Much Forgot Your Poor, Dear Uncle, As If He Had Never Existed; And I Thought It My Duty To Do So.