What A Terrible Era In Which Idiots

The Devil Is A Gentleman.

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

Oh! It Offends Me To The Soul To Hear A Robust Periwig-pated Fellow, Tear A Passion To Tatters, To Very Rags, To Split The Ears Of The Groundlings.