I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion,

A Woman Only Obliges A Man To Secrecy, That She May Have The Pleasure Of Telling Herself.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

'tis Well Enough For A Servant To Be Bred At An University. But The Education Is A Little Too Pedantic For A Gentleman.

Hannibal Was A Very Pretty Fellow In Those Days.

Love's But The Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined; A Sickly Flame, Which If Not Fed Expires; And Feeding, Wastes In Self-consuming Fires.