Every Scholar, I Presume, Is Not, Necessarily,

He Only Who Gave Life Has A Power Over It.

Every One, More Or Less, Loves Power, Yet Those Who Most Wish For It Are Seldom The Fittest To Be Trusted With It.

The Readiness With Which Women Are Apt To Forgive The Men Who Have Deceived Other Women; And That Inconsiderate Notion Of Too Many Of Them That A Reformed Rake Makes The Best Husband, Are Great Encouragements To Vile Men To Continue Their Profligacy.

There Is But One Pride Pardonable; That Of Being Above Doing A Base Or Dishonorable Action.

Tired Of Myself Longing For What I Have Not