Every Scholar, I Presume, Is Not, Necessarily,

The Pleasures Of The Mighty Are Obtained By The Tears Of The Poor.

The English, The Plain English, Of The Politest Address Of A Gentleman To A Lady Is, I Am Now, Dear Madam, Your Humble Servant: Pray Be So Good As To Let Me Be Your Lord And Master.

Men Know No Medium: They Will Either, Spaniel-like, Fawn At Your Feet, Or Be Ready To Leap Into Your Lap.

A Feeling Heart Is A Blessing That No One, Who Has It, Would Be Without; And It Is A Moral Security Of Innocence; Since The Heart That Is Able To Partake Of The Distress Of Another, Cannot Wilfully Give It.

Love Will Draw An Elephant Through A Key-hole.