Nothing Can Be Fairer, Or More Noble,

Cover That Bosom That I Must Not See: Souls Are Wounded By Such Things.

What! Would You Make No Distinction Between Hypocrisy And Devotion? Would You Give Them The Same Names, And Respect The Mask As You Do The Face? Would You Equate Artifice And Sincerity? Confound Appearance With Truth? Regard The Phantom As The Very Person? Value Counterfeit As Cash?

Frankly, It's Good Enough To Lock Up In A Drawer.

A Husband Is A Plaster That Cures All The Ills Of Girlhood.

Without Knowledge, Life Is No More Than The Shadow Of Death