Good Sense And Good Nature Are Never

A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of The Laymen On Bad Priests.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

There Is A Pleasure In Being Mad, Which None But Madmen Know.

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store

All Heiresses Are Beautiful.