Sir, I Have Found You An Argument;

Had I Learned To Fiddle, I Should Have Done Nothing Else.

Many Leave The Labours Of Half Their Life To Their Executors And To Chance, Because They Will Not Send Them Abroad Unfinished, And Are Unable To Finish Them, Having Prescribed To Themselves Such A Degree Of Exactness As Human Diligence Can Scarcely Ontain.

Employment And Hardships Prevent Melancholy.

Men Know That Women Are An Overmatch For Them, And Therefore They Choose The Weakest Or The Most Ignorant. If They Did Not Think So, They Never Could Be Afraid Of Women Knowing As Much As Themselves.

Authors And Lovers Always Suffer Some Infatuation, From Which Only Absence Can Set Them Free.