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.

An Aspersion Upon My Parts Of Speech!

Do Thou Snatch Treasures From My Lips, And I'll Take Kingdoms Back From Thine.

There Needs No Small Degree Of Address To Gain The Reputation Of Benevolence Without Incurring The Expense.

When Of A Gossiping Circle It Was Asked, "what Are They Doing?" The Answer Was, "swapping Lies.