Crimes, Like Virtues, Are Their Own Rewards.

Tis The Greatest Misfortune In Nature For A Woman To Want A Confidant.

Do You Think A Woman's Silence Can Be Natural?

I Hate All That Don't Love Me, And Slight All That Do.

Aimwell: Then You Understand Latin, Mr. Bonniface? Bonniface: Not I, Sir, As The Saying Is, But He Talks It So Very Fast That I'm Sure It Must Be Good.

Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.