Fame, The Sovereign Deity Of Proud Ambition.

Our Memories Are Independent Of Our Wills.

Nay, But Jack, Such Eyes! Such Eyes! So Innocently Wild! So Bashfully Irresolute! Not A Glance But Speaks And Kindles Some Thought Of Love! Then, Jack, Her Cheeks! Her Cheeks, Jack! So Deeply Blushing At The Insinuations Of Her Tell-tale Eyes! Then, Jack, Her Lips! O, Jack, Lips Smiling At Their Own Discretion! And, If Not Smiling, More Sweetly Pouting - More Lovely In Sullenness! Then, Jack, Her Neck! O, Jack, Jack!

There Needs No Small Degree Of Address To Gain The Reputation Of Benevolence Without Incurring The Expense.

Pity Those Whom Nature Abuses, Never Those Who Abuse Nature.

The Right Honourable Gentleman Is Indebted To His Memory For His Jests, And To His Imagination For His Facts.