The Throne We Honour Is The People's

Pity Those Whom Nature Abuses, Never Those Who Abuse Nature.

Easy Writing's Curst Hard Reading.

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

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

Wine Does But Draw Forth A Man's Natural Qualities.