A Good Countenance Is A Letter Of

There Are Persons Of That General Philanthropy And Easy Tempers, Which The World In Contempt Generally Calls Good-natured, Who Seem To Be Sent Into The World With The Same Design With Which Men Put Little Fish Into A Pike Pond, In Order Only To Be Devoured By That Voracious Water-hero.

There Is Perhaps No Surer Mark Of Folly, Than To Attempt To Correct Natural Infirmities Of Those We Love.

Domestic Happiness Is The End Of Almost All Our Pursuits, And The Common Reward Of All Our Pains. When Men Find Themselves Forever Barred From This Delightful Fruition, They Are Lost To All Industry, And Grow Careless Of All Their Worldly Affairs. Thus They Become Bad Subjects, Bad Relations, Bad Friends, And Bad Men.

A Lover, When He Is Admitted To Cards, Ought To Be Solemnly Silent, And Observe The Motions Of His Mistress. He Must Laugh When She Laughs, Sigh When She Sighs. In Short, He Should Be The Shadow Of Her Mind. A Lady, In The Presence Of Her Lover, Should Never Want A Looking-glass; As A Beau, In The Presence Of His Looking-glass, Never Wants A Mistress.

Every Physician Almost Hath His Favourite Disease.