Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind,

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.

Marriage Indeed May Qualify The Fury Of His Passion, But It Very Rarely Mends A Man's Manners.

They Come Together Like The Coroner's Inquest, To Sit Upon The Murdered Reputations Of The Week.

It Is The Business Of A Comic Poet To Paint The Vices And Follies Of Human Kind.