Blessings Ever Wait On Virtuous Deeds, And

A Wit Should No More Be Sincere, Than A Woman Constant; One Argues A Decay Of Parts, As To Other Of Beauty.

It Is The Business Of A Comic Poet To Paint The Vices And Follies Of Human Kind.

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.

There Are Times When Sense May Be Unseasonable, As Well As Truth.

All Well Bred Persons Lie - Besides, You Are A Woman; You Must Never Speak What You Think.