I Would By No Means Wish A

For In Religion As In Friendship, They Who Profess Most Are Ever The Least Sincere.

Conscience Has No More To Do With Gallantry Than It Has With Politics.

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

You Write With Ease, To Show Your Breeding, But Easy Writing's Vile Hard Reading.

Illiterate Him, I Say, Quite From Your Memory.