Wit Must Be Foiled By Wit: Cut

'tis Well Enough For A Servant To Be Bred At An University. But The Education Is A Little Too Pedantic For A Gentleman.

O, Nothing Is More Alluring Than A Levee From A Couch In Some Confusion.

O Ay, Letters - I Had Letters - I Am Persecuted With Letters - I Hate Letters - Nobody Knows How To Write Letters; And Yet One Has 'em, One Does Not Know Why - They Serve One To Pin Up One's Hair.

Blessings Ever Wait On Virtuous Deeds, And Though A Late, A Sure Reward Succeeds.

In My Conscience I Believe The Baggage Loves Me, For She Never Speaks Well Of Me Herself, Nor Suffers Any Body Else To Rail At Me.