I Was Struck All On A Heap.

There Is No Trusting Appearances.

I Had Rather Follow You To Your Grave Than See You Owe Your Life To Any But A Regular-bred Physician.

Here, My Dear Lucy, Hide These Books. Quick, Quick! Fling "peregrine Pickle" Under The Toilette -throw "roderick Random" Into The Closet -put "the Innocent Adultery" Into "the Whole Duty Of Man"; Thrust "lord Aimworth" Under The Sofa! Cram "ovid" Behind The Bolster; There -put "the Man Of Feeling" Into Your Pocket. Now For Them.

Wine Does But Draw Forth A Man's Natural Qualities.

When Of A Gossiping Circle It Was Asked, "what Are They Doing?" The Answer Was, "swapping Lies.