The Hounds All Join In Glorious Cry,

For I Hope My Friends Will Pardon Me, When I Declare, I Know None Of Them Without A Fault; And I Should Be Sorry If I Could Imagine, I Had Any Friend Who Could Not See Mine. Forgiveness, Of This Kind, We Give And Demand In Turn.

It May Be Laid Down As A General Rule, That No Woman Who Hath Any Great Pretensions To Admiration Is Ever Well Pleased In A Company Where She Perceives Herself To Fill Only The Second Place.

Love And Scandal Are The Best Sweeteners Of Tea.

None Of Our Political Writers . . . Take Notice Of Any More Than Three Estates, Namely, Kings, Lords And Commons . . . Passing By In Silence That Very Large And Powerful Body Which Form The Fourth Estate In The Community . . . The Mob.

Commend A Fool For His Wit, Or A Rogue For His Honesty And He Will Receive You Into His Favour.