Look At This Limp Cravet. And The

Sink Me! Your Taylors Have Betrayed You! T'wood Serve You Better To Send Them To Madam Guillotine

I Take It, Sir, That You Do Not Approve Of Our New Society." "approval, Sir, In My Opinion, Demands The Attainment Of Perfection. And In That Sense, You Rather Overrate The Charms Of Your Society. I'faith, For One Thing, It Does Seem Monstrous Ill-dressed For Any Society, Even A New One.

Virtue Is Like Precious Odours, Most Fragrant When It Is Crushed.

A Woman's Heart Is Such A Complex Problem - The Owner Thereof Is Often Most Incompetent To Find The Solution To This Puzzle.

She Said Nothing, And Sir Andrew, Too, Was Silent, Yet Those Two Young People Understood One Another, As Young People Have A Way Of Doing All The World Over, And Have Done Since The World Began.