...for My Master, Bad As I Have

Evil Courses Can Yield Pleasure No Longer Than While Thought And Reflection Can Be Kept Off.

Beauty Is An Accidental And Transient Good.

Rakes Are More Suspicious Than Honest Men.

The Nature Of Familiar Letters, Written, As It Were, To The Moment, While The Heart Is Agitated By Hopes And Fears, On Events Undecided, Must Plead An Excuse For The Bulk Of A Collection Of This Kind. Mere Facts And Characters Might Be Comprised In A Much Smaller Compass: But, Would They Be Equally Interesting?

What Likelihood Is There Of Corrupting A Man Who Has No Ambition.