What Pleasure Can Those Over-happy Persons Know,

The Laws Were Not Made So Much For The Direction Of Good Men, As To Circumscribe The Bad.

What The Unpenetrating World Call Humanity, Is Often No More Than A Weak Mind Pitying Itself.

The English, The Plain English, Of The Politest Address Of A Gentleman To A Lady Is, I Am Now, Dear Madam, Your Humble Servant: Pray Be So Good As To Let Me Be Your Lord And Master.

A Good Man Will Extend His Munificence To The Industrious Poor Of All Persuasions Reduced By Age, Infirmity, Or Accident; To Thosewho Labour Under Incurable Maladies; And To The Youth Of Either Sex, Who Are Capable Of Beginning The World With Advantage, But Have Not The Means.

A Fop Takes Great Pains To Hang Out A Sign, By His Dress, Of What He Has Within.