Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And

Every Man Plays The Fool Once In His Live, But To Marry Is Playing The Fool All One's Life Long.

There Are Times When Sense May Be Unseasonable, As Well As Truth.

Music Has Charms To Soothe A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak. I've Read That Things Inanimate Have Moved, And, As With Living Souls, Have Been Inform'd, By Magic Numbers And Persuasive Sound.

Love's But The Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined; A Sickly Flame, Which If Not Fed Expires; And Feeding, Wastes In Self-consuming Fires.

A Little Scorn Is Alluring.