No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It

Blessings Ever Wait On Virtuous Deeds, And Though A Late, A Sure Reward Succeeds.

How Hard A Thing 'twould Be To Please You All.

I Am A Fool, I Know It; And Yet, Heaven Help Me, I'm Poor Enough To Be A Wit.

But Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved. To Pass Our Youth In Dull Indifference, To Refuse The Sweets Of Life Because They Once Must Leave Us, Is As Preposterous As To Wish To Have Been Born Old, Because We One Day Must Be Old.

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