Courtship Is To Marriage, As A Very

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

Wit Must Be Foiled By Wit: Cut A Diamond With A Diamond.

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.

Women Are Like Tricks By Sleight Of Hand, Which, To Admire, We Should Not Understand

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.