'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes, Bliss In Our Brows' Bent; None Our Parts So Poor But Was A Race Of Heaven.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

A Gentleman That Loves To Hear Himself Talk, Will Speak More In A Minute Than He Will Stand To In A Month.

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.