Modesty Is A Quality In A Lover

A Man May Think An Untruth As Well As Speak One.

To Smile At The Jest Which Plants A Thorn In Another's Breast Is To Become A Principal In The Mischief.

The Heart That Is Conscious Of Its Own Integrity Is Ever Slow To Credit Another´s Treachery.

I Ne'er Could Any Lustre See In Eyes That Would Not Look On Me; I Ne'er Saw Nectar On A Lip But Where My Own Did Hope To Sip.

If I Reprehend Anything In This World, It Is The Use Of My Oracular Tongue, And A Nice Derangement Of Epitaphs!