Damn'd Neuters, In Their Middle Way Of

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

Discover The Opinion Of Your Enemies, Which Is Commonly The Truest; For They Will Give You No Quarter, And Allow Nothing To Complaisance.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.

Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.

Every Language Is So Full Of Its Own Proprieties That What Is Beautiful In One Is Often Barbarous, Nay, Sometimes Nonsense, In Another.