When Of A Gossiping Circle It Was

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

O Lord, Sir - When A Heroine Goes Mad She Always Goes Into White Satin.

Never Say More Than Is Necessary.

Egad, I Think The Interpreter Is The Hardest To Be Understood Of The Two!

Soft Pity Never Leaves The Gentle Breast Where Love Has Been Received A Welcome Guest.