Civility Cost Nothing.

A Face Is Too Slight A Foundation For Happiness.

I Know A Love May Be Revived Which Absence, Inconstancy, Or Even Infidelity Has Extinguished, But There Is No Returning From A Dtgovt Given By Satiety.

I Am Afraid We Are Little Better Than Straws Upon The Water; We May Flatter Ourselves That We Swim, When The Current Carries Us Along.

Whatever Is Clearly Expressed Is Well Wrote.

See How That Pair Of Billing Doves With Open Murmurs Own Their Loves And, Heedless Of Censorious Eyes, Pursue Their Unpolluted Joys: No Fears Of Future Want Molest The Downy Quiet Of Their Nest.