Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And

He That First Cries Out Stop Thief, Is Often He That Has Stolen The Treasure.

Courtship Is To Marriage, As A Very Witty Prologue To A Very Dull Play.

Defer Not Till To-morrow To Be Wise, To-morrow's Sun To Thee May Never Rise; Or Should To-morrow Chance To Cheer Thy Sight With Her Enlivening And Unlook'd For Light, How Grateful Will Appear Her Dawning Rays! As Favours Unexpected Doubly Please.

A Woman Only Obliges A Man To Secrecy, That She May Have The Pleasure Of Telling Herself.

She Likes Herself, Yet Others Hates, For That Which In Herself She Prizes; And While She Laughs At Them, Forgets She Is The Thing That She Despises.