There Is No Trusting Appearances.

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.

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

Where They Do Agree On The Stage, Their Unanimity Is Wonderful.

Won't You Come Into The Garden? I Would Like My Roses To See You.

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.