The World, Dear Agnes, Is A Strange

Although I Am A Pious Man, I Am Not The Less A Man.

Birth Is Nothing Where Virtue Is Not

You Have But To Hold Forth In Cap And Gown, And Any Gibberish Becomes Learning, All Nonsense Passes For Sense.

Nearly All Men Die Of Their Medicines, Not Of Their Diseases.

Heaven Forbids, It Is True, Certain Gratifications, But There Are Ways And Means Of Compounding Such Matters.