Ill-luck, You Know, Seldom Comes Alone.

The Beauty Of Some Women Has Days And Seasons, Depending Upon Accidents Which Diminish Or Increase It; Nay, The Very Passions Of The Mind Naturally Improve Or Impair It, And Very Often Utterly Destroy It.

I Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.

The Darts Of Love Are Blunted By Maiden Modesty.

Truth Will Rise Above Falsehood As Oil Above Water.

Man Appoints, And God Disappoints.