They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies,

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!

Can You Nominate In Order Now The Degrees Of The Lie? I Will Name You The Degrees. The First, The Retort Courteous; The Second, The Quip Modest; The Third, The Reply Churlish; The Fourth, The Reproof Valiant; The Fifth; The Countercheck Quarrelsome; The Sixth, The Lie With Circumstance; The Seventh, The Lie Direct. All These You May Avoid But The Lie Direct; And You May Avoid That Too, With An If. . . . Your If Is The Only Peace-maker; Much Virtue In If.

Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.

Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity Him.