The Quarrel Is A Very Pretty Quarrel

A Progeny Of Learning.

Had I A Heart For Falsehood Framed, I Ne'er Could Injure You.

Our Ancestors Are Very Good Kind Of Folks; But They Are The Last People I Should Choose To Have A Visiting Acquaintance With.

A Tale Of Scandal Is As Fatal To The Credit Of A Prudent Lady As A Fever Is Generally To Those Of The Strongest Constitutions. But There Is A Sort Of Puny, Sickly Reputation, That Is Always Ailing, Yet Will Wither The Robuster Characters Of A Hundred Prudes.

Nothing Keeps Me In Such Awe As Perfect Beauty; Now, There Is Something Consoling And Encouraging In Ugliness.