An Oyster May Be Crossed In Love.

I Was Struck All On A Heap.

A Readiness To Resent Injuries Is A Virtue Only In Those Who Are Slow To Injure.

Madam, A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge; It Blossoms Through The Year. And Depend On It That They Who Are So Fond Of Handling The Leaves, Will Long For The Fruit At Last.

Many A Wretch Has Rid On A Hurdle Who Has Done Less Mischief Than Utterers Of Forged Tales, Coiners Of Scandal, And Clippers Of Reputation.

Happiness Is An Exotic Of Celestial Birth.