I Confess Freely To You, I Could

I Find We Are Growing Serious, And Then We Are In Great Danger Of Being Dull.

But Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved. To Pass Our Youth In Dull Indifference, To Refuse The Sweets Of Life Because They Once Must Leave Us, Is As Preposterous As To Wish To Have Been Born Old, Because We One Day Must Be Old.

In My Conscience I Believe The Baggage Loves Me, For She Never Speaks Well Of Me Herself, Nor Suffers Any Body Else To Rail At Me.

Hannibal Was A Very Pretty Fellow In Those Days.

Though Marriage Makes Man And Wife One Flesh, It Leaves 'em Still Two Fools.